An expendable boy, mixing sand and marred apology.
An expression of hope, brave resolve, he shapes the mold,
appeals for Mordant's need.

The need is real
Renegade imagers
Masters of mirrors
Bring foulness and horror

The need is true
Imminent chaos
Bring us a champion
Extinguish the terror

An irrelevant girl, affecting nothing within her desperate world.
Her existence in doubt, dream deprived, her mirrors stand,
to prove that she is real.

Faintly in the distance over crisp snow-cover hills.
Enchanted music calls to her and fortifies her will.
Through a mirror formed from the purest sand of dreams.
She takes his sturdy faithful hand and gives in to his need

The need is real
Renegade imagers
Masters of mirrors
Bring foulness and horror

The need is true
Imminent chaos
Bring us a champion
Extinguish the terror

Copyright 2002 ASCAP

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