Letra de Omen

Once we wanderes through plains Bleak their sight Once we wanderes through mires Enigmatic what they hold In this land a wind was blowing Fresh and full of power We believed in giving and taking Not only did we honour, we lived Fresh meadows, covered the new Ripe crops were taken with respect Life Now we wander through plains Barren their sight Now we wander through mires Hard as stone Lost seems to be the understanding That we forgot - meaningless More than just a work Less than a chapter of truth The wind will put us in our place Cold, repulsion - death