Omega The Hope, The Bread And The Wine

As the sun is going down
Eyes reflect it´s light
They we´re waiting all around
On the plain of the night

Here comes the Savyor
Holding upthe bread
He makes a healthy lie down
Prepares to feed the dead

Watch it break flakes of white
Falls and turns to brown
We can´t find it anymore
Fear becomes the sound

Gives us wine, we can´t drink
Bread but not to eat
While water drifts through our hand
To stones around our feet