Dark eyes stare you down
Trust the wise as they spread the waves
The surface fading, your structures collapse
As my blood turns, pitch black
Three choices:
Escape,
Stand guard,
Or give in
Three choices:
Escape,
Stand guard,
Or give in
I could feel it, the presence of an entity
A calling, a cry for help
Burning insence to cut through the mask
Three choices:
Escape,
Stand guard,
Or give in
Three choices:
Escape,
Stand guard,
Or give in
For my faith
No longer my fault
My travel ends
With a smile on my face
Forgiven by no one
Predicted to fail
As the oracles stand guard
The battles you choose
We conquer all that is pure
As it throws your last chance to prevail
All I have is the wisdom,
The wisdom of owls
Given to me by the eyes of oracles
The roll of thunder ends the oracle dream
Awakened at once, fallen from grace
