Omega - The Hope, The Bread And The Wine

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