This is just a test-demo of a doom-metal song that we hope to record properly in the future. The lyrics were written in 2003 by a non-English native speaker, so bear with us please.

PAINTING MIRRORS
Aloof in a distance so overwhelming
I cunningly drink a bottle of wine
And into my head I am descending
Where my thoughts stand in a line
'Tis such a brave thing for me to do
As I outstrip myself to the art I create
And let my brush outstrip it too
When I use the intoxicated as bait

Dolls I have made as an image of me
With dreary faces succumbing a spark
Of light that my eyes will never see
For they are but clouded in the dark
This mirror will stand for the cold
That I have in my heart and my bone
No air to breathe 'cause I'm growing old
So the mirror reflects an image of alone

Yet I wont grieve over the brooding
That circles above my tired head
For in my art I can still feel the soothing
As an idol that keeps me from the dead
When I see my face in the mirror-glass
I ponder if I hadn´t taken these ways
Would I cheer in an outmost joyous mass
Or lay in the grass feeding off sunrays?

Painting mirrors
I am painting mirrors
Painting mirrors
Painting these mirrors
I am painting mirrors

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