The Omen

Burning are the shores of time

And leave us broken

Another scent of death devours me

We carry the sorrows

With ashes in our hand

Like violent blades

Falling from the sky

The ancient falls

Where the moon used to meet

Death in now their mask

Years made us become ageless

Now in the sound of winds

We walk away

In the eventide

We are burnt form our scars

The shores of time are set ablaze

Are set ablaze...