Mirror of Mors

No warning can draw your attention,
Nothing can make you change your opinion
You will gamely go through the open door,
Unsuspecting... that you've been embraced by death!

You pay no mind to the others' cautions and hold your own
When you look at the mystery mirror You'll say it's lying,
But suddenly you'll feel an ice-cold hand on your shoulder,
Unexpected fever, unnatural thirst,
And then you'll set out in search of...
life...

...Leave for nowhere,
And at the exit time you'll realize
It's the black cloak
Of the faceless ancient reaper
From now
You will be waited for
Endlessly...

And then the ones
Who'd been afraid to glance at it
Will look inside,
As if they're charmed by hidden powers

They'll shun your fate,
As Death is long gone from the mirror.
He took you away,
Teaching the others a lesson
He didn't leave for good,
He'll return for the ones just like...