| 歌曲 | The Reaper's Image |
| 歌手 | Nostradameus |
| 专辑 | Hellbound |
| 作曲 : Fredén | |
| Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall. | |
| They're telling emotion with draws and colours. | |
| I see in my eye lids they're staring at me. | |
| Eyes filled with hatred that's piercing my skin. | |
| Was the tale right, it will show. | |
| Gaze into the mirror and you will know. | |
| Fallen angle with no face. | |
| Is the keeper of hell's entrance. | |
| Forged by a man, with an own soul. | |
| The mirror of death looks so strange. | |
| Don't go too close, don't go near, | |
| You will lose all you have | |
| Because the reaper's still inside. | |
| Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace. | |
| Enchanting reflections are calling my name. | |
| God, I am curious, let's take a peak. | |
| I'm drowning in endless eternity. | |
| Was the tale right... | |
| Forged by a man... | |
| Fading, slowly away... | |
| Caught by the man with no face. | |
| Trapped in eternal flames... | |
| Caught in, deep down in hell. | |
| The myth of the mirror revealed to be true. | |
| When looking too close, he is coming for you. | |
| Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came. | |
| And right there it was, The Reaper's Image. | |
| Was the tale right... | |
| Forged by a man... |
| zuò qǔ : Fredé n | |
| Gazing at the paintings along the narrow hall. | |
| They' re telling emotion with draws and colours. | |
| I see in my eye lids they' re staring at me. | |
| Eyes filled with hatred that' s piercing my skin. | |
| Was the tale right, it will show. | |
| Gaze into the mirror and you will know. | |
| Fallen angle with no face. | |
| Is the keeper of hell' s entrance. | |
| Forged by a man, with an own soul. | |
| The mirror of death looks so strange. | |
| Don' t go too close, don' t go near, | |
| You will lose all you have | |
| Because the reaper' s still inside. | |
| Drawn to the miror, drawn by its grace. | |
| Enchanting reflections are calling my name. | |
| God, I am curious, let' s take a peak. | |
| I' m drowning in endless eternity. | |
| Was the tale right... | |
| Forged by a man... | |
| Fading, slowly away... | |
| Caught by the man with no face. | |
| Trapped in eternal flames... | |
| Caught in, deep down in hell. | |
| The myth of the mirror revealed to be true. | |
| When looking too close, he is coming for you. | |
| Slowly appearing, from nowhere he came. | |
| And right there it was, The Reaper' s Image. | |
| Was the tale right... | |
| Forged by a man... |