Songtext zu 'The Mirror (part. André Matos)' von Dune Hill

The obscure dream had taken Bella to a place of chaos
There, Absalom revealed his true form: Hades, God of Death
He tells Bella that she and Alex are one of the reincarnations
Of the star-crossed lovers, Seikilos and Euterpe
Seikilos was a poet in ancient Ionia
Plagued by disease, he wrote a beautiful song before dying
And dedicated it to his wife, Euterpe. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom
Felt their sadness, something an immortal seldom would
She decided to steal Seikilos’ and Euterpe’s souls
From Hades and give them life anew on Earth
The shadow-man, infuriated, could not let this be
Since then, every few generations they are born again
Seek love again, only to be killed by Absalom/Hades

Bella tells her dream to Alex. They discuss it, and feel driven
It’s our survival, our Love That Should Not Be, the most precious thing
They decide to fight. Suddenly, a mirror in Bella’s apartment cracks
Instead of their reflection, there is only Absalom
What follows is a dialogue

Being
Believing
Love
Pain
Being the believer a loser or winner
Wallow in poverty
Poor men, work is the trial
Of society
Fodder of fools

Master
Commander
Servant
Slave
Mastering the manly means of corruption
Wallow in luxury
Assailants, sibilant seductions
Serendipity?
Fools for fodder

There are no masters, only your
Shackles
Only your chains!

You are free, unbound
Lost and never found

The Mirror
Two sides, not the same
The Mirror
Two sides of the same
The Mirror
Two sides
Often same (often same)
Let the third side surface

The Mirror
Two sides
Often same
The Mirror
Two sides of the same
The Mirror
Two sides, not the same (not the same, not the same)
Let the third side surface

We are the masters, love your
Shackles
Kiss your chains!

Unfree and bound
Lost and never found