| [00:00.00] | Omen - Hellsaw |
| [00:24.11] | Once we wanderes through plains |
| [00:27.79] | Bleak their sight |
| [00:35.61] | Once we wanderes through mires |
| [00:41.45] | Enigmatic what they hold |
| [00:51.07] | In this land a wind was blowing |
| [00:57.54] | Fresh and full of power |
| [01:03.84] | We believed in giving and taking |
| [01:10.26] | Not only did we honour we lived |
| [02:11.84] | Fresh meadows covered the new |
| [02:15.04] | Ripe crops were taken with respect |
| [02:17.53] | Life |
| [02:22.30] | Now we wander through plains |
| [02:24.43] | Barren their sight |
| [02:32.93] | Now we wander through mires |
| [02:35.53] | Hard as stone |
| [02:37.30] | Lost seems to be the understanding |
| [02:46.15] | That we forgot - meaningless |
| [02:54.83] | More than just a work |
| [02:58.07] | Less than a chapter of truth |
| [04:11.85] | The wind will put us in our place |
| [04:14.14] | Cold repulsion - death |