Paroles de It's Your Omen

World was slowly drowning In the heretic's blood, and tears of the witches. Centuries of terror brought horrible crimes, Times of shambles... No chances for people who had rational explanations. No mercy for those who dared to speak out loud They meet torturers! Oh... It's your omen! Oh... It's your omen! Before she was born Her destiny was told and predicted: To follow a black mark, And to find a child in the fire! One day he was a son Of a brutal and cruel inquisitor, Now he's a foster-child of the witch And he will stop the slaughter. Oh... It's your omen! Oh... It's your omen! She devotes her whole life To teach him the rules of the witchcraft, How to lead his life in a honorable way of existence. Torturers, tormentors were kept far from them, No fear, no dread: She used her connections to make him a judge, Right, and fair! Oh... It's your omen! Oh... It's your omen!