Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.

Clive Barker
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Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings,The rabid bite of the dogs of war,the voice of one who went before.But most of all the mirror’s gaze,Which counts us out our numbered days.

Source: Days Of Magic, Nights Of War

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