Omen Of Doom - Sear Bliss

Prelude to disorder

Loosing the sense of time

A fatal interruption in continuity

The guilt, a subtle addiction

An endless river that falls into nowhere

Hoping for better days to come

To replace the years of woe

A higher sense to fear

Turns us to someone we are not

The arms of destiny fondling me

Caressing but then choking

A cold touch of thousands hands around my neck

Waiting for my final breath

Misshaper illusion

Like a mirror that always fakes

The pain that time does not heal

The worst nightmare from which you’ll never wake

This is surely an omen of doom

We all try to comprehend

The deepest fears of life and death

But we always fail in this game

You believe in eternity

When tomorrow is uncertain

A false idol you follow

Welcome to cold reality

I don’t know reasons

All the questions unanswered

Only sorrow and despair remain

The bells toll, this ain’t worth a tear

The doors begin to close and we all disappear