Phantom in the glass Split by the prism and returned to ash A silhouette that casts a twin collapses Like burning candle wax Triple gemini Nothing but human behind the eyes The blood runs slow and cold under disguises We homunculi Children of our times In mirrored trine Black lambs painted white Homunculi Children of our times Dowsed in lye And drunk on ether Bastard child In mirrored trine Homunculi Blessed by fire And reborn in the pyre