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Chapter XI WHAT SLEEPS IN THE MIRROR

In Chapter XI, the reflection stops pretending. “What Sleeps in the Mirror” follows the narrator as the glass turns into a doorway—and something on the other side learns how to smile with his face. It blinks too slow. It grins too free. The mirror hums like a lullaby for the damned, and a thousand versions of him begin screaming in perfect sync. This isn’t vanity. This is possession with good posture. He realizes the mirror isn’t just a surface—it’s Mare’s eye wearing his name, watching him sleepwalk deeper into the pact. The Reaper doesn’t need to chase him anymore. He’s already inside the grin. Heavy, haunting, and paranoid—this chapter is the moment he understands: whatever was “within” is now awake. Lyrics: I leaned into the glass tonight, To catch a glimpse beneath the light. But what looked back was not quite me— It blinked too slow, it grinned too free. Its pupils swam like molten tar, It whispered truths from realms afar. “I’ve watched you dream, I’ve watched you lie… Now sleepwalk deeper, do not cry.” This is no glass, no silver pane— It’s Mare’s eye, wearing my name. What sleeps in the mirror is wide awake, Clawing inside me with hands that shake. It waits, it watches, it peels my skin— And smiles with all of my father’s sin. The mirror warps, begins to hum, A lullaby of things to come. A thousand versions of my face Now scream in sync from hollow space. Each one’s a thread of who I was, Before the pact, before the cause. And in their eyes, I see my fate— To wear his mask, to bear his weight. Don’t look too long. Don’t hold your breath. The Mare inside Is dreaming death. His grin is wide, his coat is thin, He wraps your bones in velvet skin. He does not kill. He lets you rot… While smiling, saying: “You forgot.” What sleeps in the mirror walks at dawn, With all my memories picked and pawned. It knows the vows I’ve failed to keep— And sings them back while I try to sleep. The glass is gone. The wall is thin. I see him now... ...inside my grin. #myrkholt #myrkholtband #martröð #WhatSleepsInTheMirror #heavymetal #darkmetal #doommetal #deathdoom #progressivemetal #atmosphericmetal #horrormetal #darkfantasymetal #metalopera #conceptalbum #storydrivenmetal #mirrorhorror #identityhorror #possession #dreamreaper #IcelandicMetal