Lyrics to Omen

Once we wanderes through plains

Bleak their sight



Once we wanderes through mires

Enigmatic what they hold



In this land a wind was blowing

Fresh and full of power

We believed in giving and taking

Not only did we honour, we lived



Fresh meadows, covered the new

Ripe crops were taken with respect

Life



Now we wander through plains

Barren their sight



Now we wander through mires

Hard as stone



Lost seems to be the understanding

That we forgot - meaningless

More than just a work

Less than a chapter of truth



The wind will put us in our place



Cold, repulsion - death