Lyrics The Plague Omen - Mental Home

The Plague Omen

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…