Omens

My brain's been in a haze for days Like wax is flowing through my veins I just can't concentrate A sour taste I can't escape Like someone walked across my grave I wish I knew what's coming I see terrible omens There's vultures flying overhead I see terrible omens But something's got a hold on me Can't stop the ringing in my ears The witching hour is drawing near If I only knew what's coming I see terrible omens There's vultures flying overhead I see terrible omens But something's got a hold on me Vultures flying overhead Vultures flying overhead Vultures flying overhead Vultures flying overhead A stiffened chill across my face As something ancient starts to wake If I'd only known what's coming What's coming What's coming down