The Hope, The Bread And The Wine - Omega

Endless desolate plane, light dust drizzles

Under purple sky, the big crowd just stands

Here is the man, every eyes look at him

The gathered waits for him to perform a new miracle

Without a word he breaks, yet there is no bread remains

Without a trace, everything he touches disappears

The army of destruction is scattered in the wind

He had the beginning;

mankind had the ending

Along the stars' way, along the stars' way

Yet the finish is so distant, so far away

Along the stars' way, along the stars' way

One who’s afraid to go on will perish