Looking in the old mirror, I only see death in a black sphere.
Reality twists to the other side, I am this shadow of mine.
I travel backwards from many agonies to my creation and first memories.
My reflection appears slashed and bloody, ghosts of one eventual destiny.
My reflection blurs into infinity, I suddenly turn as an old man,
Decrepit soul and demented spirit, sick and parchmented by time. Misanthropy as wisdom, I know about you all.
I hate you for what you are, my time on earth was spoiled by humans.
The present is not so clear but i saw my past and my end.
I saw your world crumble to ruins. I saw the death and the devil’s smile.
I smashed and broke the mirror, shattering the glass upon my veins.
Kept my knowledge for myself, the old mirror died with its secrets.
Misanthropy as wisdom, I know about you all.
I hate you for what you are, my time on earth was spoiled by humans.