"The Omen Part I: Prophecy" lyrics

Opening my eyes to the somber, spilling skies
A murder swarming high as their eager eyes plead for me to die
Impatient caws amass as I breathe my last
A cold, tormented soul
Broken, alone, will death take hold?

I stagger to my feet as a voice calls to me
"Your flesh will be for the crows
Push past the pain and take hold
Your trial has only begun"

The sullen moon recedes
Past bog it creeps
Then, bubbling from the mire
A haunting, foul shriek
Talons emerge to clutch the earth
To rise, a crimson beast
Evil, divine of cursed dreams

With serpent fangs and eyes of disease
Towers a prodigal monstrosity
Its wings scrape the sky, drowning all light
In the forest so silent as it snarls and seethes

Its eyes call me home
As I stand here all alone
Stricken to welcome my death
To be torn and devoured or driven to end this wrath

To kill or be killedand become eternally damned
This creature must bleed and die by my hand

From the mud, I pull a blade
As the creature claws at me
I evade, hacking flesh
It breaks the trees
I see an opening
A soft belly to plunge my blade
Guts spill as the creature bleeds and screams

Dead in the bog, it bleeds
Then, silence in the mire
Cold eyes staring into my soul
The forest fiends are watching me
Whispers of prophecy, and omen of famine
Splattered in the mud, I hack its head off

Its eyes call me home
As I stand here all alone
Tormented, the battle won
Hungry for power, I consume its blackened blood

Calls of the ancients now coalescing
An omen of bloodlust, now surfacing
An era of chaos, yet my harmony
For a curse to a fly is a spider's blessing

Presence of horror seeps through my veins
Silence bleeds to whispers, so menacing
The pale moon recedes
To the bog I creep
Sinking in deeper
Taken by true misery

Horror bleeds
Sinking deeper
Consume my soul
Dragged down to hell below