The Eater of Sins and the Consumer of Souls each thought
to have found a mirror
While both of them were lost.

If they had drawn no nearer to those damned mirrors,
At least one might have survived.

But hypnotized by liar's eyes or were they then a lover's?
They rushed to reflection and collided with full force.

At any rate the banquets plates of sweet young flesh
and flasks of bloody wine

Were just enough to keep the guests too long.
How could they both be wrong?