— You know... that was a very nice thing you did for me.
— Shut up.
Only a fool would spit in a demon’s face and declare victory.
Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run, but count the cost
The battle's won, but the child is lost
The fight goes on but what’s it for
When a good man goes to war
Now rise the sun, now dawn the day
When good man run and women stay
When battle’s done and nothing’s won
It’s a woman’s work to say
Well then, soldier, how goes the day?
— Still a demon, then?
— What kind a stupid question is that, "Still a demon"? What else am I going to be, an aardvark?
This mirror's no illusion.
Reflecting our demons
They're caught behind the glass, they're watching back.
Talking to us through the mirror.