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Hallows Eve - Looking Glass lyrics
I left my home far behind, waved good-bye to my routine
 One dusky hour's drive north
 I rode in man's machine
 Someplace in north's wood
 I felt that I would find
 "There lies your reputation
 and an honest measure of your worth"
 This I have sought in quest
 since my long gone birth
 Battling with my beasties
 has brought me to a truth
 The sweeter the tongue,
 The sharper the tooth
 I stepped forth on the Mother
 In my search for light
 Forgotten church to my left,
 The mansion to my right
 Light showed through the windows
 Of the house that I have known
 So I had made this my guest,
 The scars of dusk had blown
 There's a man who carries his dreams
 In a bag slung over his shoulder
 No word could you understand,
 His bundleis as life's boulders
 So he bags his regrets
 Into a bundle of sorrow
 And carries them in hope,
 The hope of tomorrow
 I left my bag out of sight
 And sat by candle-light
 Then I saw an apparition,
 Much to my own fright
 I saw a compound
 Of all that is unclean
 Abnormal, detestable,
 The worst that I have seen
 The ghoulish shade of decay,
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 Unwholesome revelation,
 All that is bleak
 A travesty of human shape
 Upon bones of mold
 Clothing disintegrating,
 The stench of the old
 I know what I am,
 I am what I am
 I stared into the glassy orbs
 Which stared back at me
 Then I had found my peace,
 I had found the key
 I reached to touch the carrion
 And it reached from the mass
 To reveal to my fingers
 Cold polished glass!
 We tipped our hats
 Good-Eve to the other
 Picked up our bags,
 Waved good-bye to our brother
 We'll find the speck
 Of truth in each riddle
 And a looking-glass
 Stuck in the middle
 Wise one is master of the mind,
 Fool will be it's slave
 Me, I'm in the middle,
 Only a mirror, only a riddle
 Imagine the dark obscure poet
 Gliding through his night
 Pausing to stare in from the out.
 He would enter, but outside he is lord
 Imagine the pure beyond holy and evil,
 Watching, trying every extreme
 With the calm knowledge
 That he is colour and dance and saying,
 "There is no Renaissance,
 Only the ancients creating different lights"













