Omen

Blazing messiah of smokeless fire Came from darkness to light our pyre Brought to life by the evil of men The sky is falling once again I should have known Blood will be on our hands Please take my hand Swift striking shadows, they flash through the sky Preservers of darkness, no grace to combine Laid to rest by our own desire A burning globe of cosmic fire I should have known The blood will be on our hands Could we ever hate