Transmission 2: I Saw the Devil - ZAO

I saw the devil in the woods when I was a child

Alone on a path of pale whispering trees

Then it appeared as a mirror

It appeared in the mirror

The sun felt cold beneath their shadows

Creeping in beside me

Paralytic disruption

Manifestations exit through the eyes

As a projection

That will inhabit a reflection

Fear is the old one who makes us do terrible things

Fear is the old one untouched by time

Fear twists and turns carving lines in the mind

You can’t look away, as it draws in close

You howl out in pain as it rips your flesh from your bones

They crack and tear, they snap and break

Trembling, as you plead, «I see through it»

I see through it