The Plague Omen - Mental Home

The new age comes to change the old

Long awaited dream of insanity

Old scripts are back to life

Here lies the seal of truth…

Like a silver tear

In the morning wing

In the mist of time

So divine…

Triumph of our weakness grows

False prophets turned to reality

Possessed by rising sign above

They do inspire me sense of doom

Now candle burns at both ends

Millennium’s short for lifetime

We stand before the gateways

I hear beyond — they blame us…