Songtext von Oracle

Sacred allegories Or mystic idol Experience and honesty Transcends the symbol Global simplicity Opens all meaning Quiet individual So awe-inspiring Nothing is gained No one is lost A basic rule One has to trust Over bended men Sat the tyrants But now fate is vain And lies silent Over hardened hands Grows up the world Now senses proclaim An oracle... Venture some greed Like a brassier glows For certainties No need of hope But an antique meed Promise of old Sworn by an oak And the wind blows... Sacred allegories Or mystic idol Experience and honesty Transcends the symbol Global simplicity Opens all meaning Quiet individual So awe-inspiring amongst open minds will bloom the world for ones who dare listen to the oracle inside... [Solo: Will] [Solo: Rob]