Stigma Diaboli

The brightness of your eyes
The sadness of old tears
Through sleepless nights
Running from your fears

The warmth of his hand
The secret mark on you
Is the gift to stop the rain
Now it's time to erase the pain

A look in the mirror
Lights are not the same
Strange figures behind you
All the shadows that scream
Lights are not the same
Strange figures beside you

When the darkness falls and you start to cry
Are you gone?
When reflection crawls and you begin to die
Are you gone?
When the darkness falls and you start to cry
Are you gone?