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!