(Intro) (Instrumental) (Verse 1) They come in silence, shadows in the night, black and oily, absorbing starlight. They drift from the void, faceless and still, a presence cold, an ominous chill. No beacon, no call, no sound of breath, they hover and wait at the edge of death. Witnesses to stars about to fall, specters drawn to the end of it all. (Chorus) Omens in black, harbingers near, ships of darkness, symbols of fear. They say nothing, only watch and wait, as galaxies tremble, sealed by fate. (Verse 2) When first we ventured beyond our stars, they followed our journey from afar. Like shadows cast by cosmic flame, silent watchers without a name. When the sun implodes or worlds collide, they stand at the edge, just outside. No life within, no soul, no trace, just hollow shells in the depths of space. (Chorus) Omens in black, harbingers near, ships of darkness, symbols of fear. They say nothing, only watch and wait, as galaxies tremble, sealed by fate. (Bridge) Who are they, these silent forms? Pilots unknown, void-born? Some say they’re death’s own eyes, prophets for stars’ last cries. Are they guardians, ancient and wise, or ghosts lost in endless skies? Maybe they mark the end of days, or drift through life’s fading blaze. (Verse 3) The battles rage, the worlds are lost, millions vanish, at such a cost. And still they stand, watching it all, black ships waiting for life to fall. Our peoples fear their cold, dark gaze, their endless drift through cosmic haze. What draws them near to death’s embrace? What secret haunts the endless space? (Chorus) Omens in black, harbingers near, ships of darkness, symbols of fear. They say nothing, only watch and wait, as galaxies tremble, sealed by fate. (Outro) Perhaps they are the last to mourn, or relics of life long gone, forlorn. But each time they drift into sight, we brace for the coming of endless night. For when the dark ships gather round, all know that doom is surely found. Silent shadows, unfeeling and bold, the final witnesses, quiet and cold.
