Mirrored sounds

Voices echo timelessly
Voices echo a dormant sound
Only heard through the chant of channelled mirrors
The corridors of space and time
Channelled, aligned with the winters solstice

Voices echo timelessly
The suffering all feels inside, in moments untouched
The innocence all encounter , escapes in seconds only to kill
Chants of enchanted moors, devils cries, angels song in distant prayer tongue

Voices mirrored, reflected in perfect sound
The haunting chills, spines of creatures echo each passing bight
Failed and compelled, fade secured into a exodus shire
The genesis of thought, rendered futile, beyond the conscripts of mans own grave

Mirrored sounds, pagan chants in voices of kindred souls
Hearts tare and moments unheard, creep harrowingly a course of fabled rites
Mirrored through the confines of apocalyptic foyers
The organ grind of mans tempered existence
Royale decree of desert odes of olden times
Tempters enflame, cursed and blessed in accursed dictations

Sounds through the traps of every demented affliction
Deemed voices in the darkest of hours ,days surrender in solitude in their care
Revered of all prophets, prophecies incarnated the temples of unfound truth
Redeem, the tempest of flights and eagle satires
In the fortitude, of olden restraints, religion is the mother of all pagan war chants