Cursing the day
Palisades of the shadows
Against the weight of decay
Grey light in bloom
Wasting away
In the embers of power
Not a voice to remain
Echoes of the past
In the ruins tomorrow
Lies the meaning of today
Where only memories are hallow
For time to wash away
Gaze upon me
I have seen the end
Suspended in light
An omen to portend
One are we
A vigil in the end
Suspended in light
Days of halcyon descend
Reawakened
A temple from another age
A peace to transcend
Loss fading away
Navigating through
The empty spaces
Omens was produced by Peter Deimel.