I am the flesh and bones

You are the grieving pain

I am the essence within

You are the abstract extreme

Banished for an eternity

My mind is deteriorating

Consumed by the blood-magic, it's calling my name

This obsession crawls beneath, it cinders and burns like a flame

Born into oblivion

Imprisoned and forgotten

Death will not save me

While my body is still rotting away

I am the fallen omen

You will surrender to me

I am the blood-incarnation

You will nеver be set free

Crushеd by the forces of light

Revived by the darkness of night

I am the flesh and bones

You are the grieving pain

I am the essence within

You are the abstract extreme

The system of my failure has led me to the edge

Broken is the circle of disgrace

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

This is my own demise, may the blood-rose rise

As I shut my eyes and my soul disintegrates

The ruins of my life are forever shattered and scorched

I am the fallen omen

You will surrender to me

I am the blood-incarnation

You will never be set free

The prophecy reunites us once again

Only the pure-blood will rise and prevail

[David Simonich/Signs of the Swarm]

Your hollow prayers have lost all hope and

Fallen on deaf ears

Your hollow prayers have fallen on deaf ears

Omen-cursed

Carry the burden of my sins

I will not be forgotten

You will never be free

[Rok Rupnik]

I am the Omen, you will worship me

Bow down to my celestial omnipresence