Trace the Omen

A frenzied look as the city shook
What worlds above have cast down on us
Are we cursed alone?
Should we not look up?
A siren's song trace the omen

Into the ancient pyre always burning on

Beacons unknown architect the tomb
Floating in air offers from the sphere

Into the ancient pyre always burning on

Rising tide, Illusion dies
Dream of life, Into the shrine

Rising tide, illusion dies
Dream of life, into the shrine
Don the shroud, the dust to ground
Destined to rise into the shrine