Slowly, she moves among the burning City, away, away from me Till I can't see her clearly Away, away Sadly, she pauses for a moment She weeps: That's enough, I can't take it She screams, her body overtaken She needs a way to go Hold on to your pretty little life or kill your heroes Mirror, mirror, pray, what is the point of staying here? Balance is a dance of black and white, so says the seer Mirror, mirror, pray, what is the point of staying here?