Текст песни Reflections - Minor

Faith is only a premonition
Seeking the sacred, cryptic and ancient
Charred stones left behind
For the children to play

I ring the bell
I bring the light
From the safety of the cold
I return to you

Dressed in Vanta
The haze begins to clear
Shapes in the crystals
Mirrors are useless here
Mirrors without reflections

I ring the bell
I bring the light
From the safety of the cold
I return you