Necromantia

The mirror is the psychic gate
To reach and touch the Dragon
The serpent of the inner plain
The highest of all adepts
A thousand eyes gazing upon
The candlelight of my soul
Undead's thirteen waxing moons
That shed their light on Death's own skull
Through my black mirror I change the self
Through my black mirror I change the world
The black halo reappears
As the fearsome hellfire trident
Both weapon and sacred symbol