Oracle Paroles

She's the priestess of Delphi


Vapors rise as she gazes through

Bleeding eyes

Omens wise slip from her lips

Of your demise


Breathing fumes from the cracked stone

Hallucinating at her shrine

Seated high on her gold throne

She's the vessel divine

Omens wise slip from her lips

Of your demise


I hear the voiceless and the slain

Blood falls around you like the rain


I hear the voiceless and the slain

I feel the never-ending pain