Paroles de The Oracle (Of The Fog)

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope. Today i spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay. But his spirit continues to pulse inside me. He said: "sometimes you need to risk, to do something else, Ought to forgo guarantees, 'cause they are also compulsions". His words are my oracle, also after a long time. I told my story to him And his eyes turned into a loving smile. There is silence now The beasts have arrived And their fangs have caught them all, But me. The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny The spirit of the right conscience will pulse Inside me forever and ever and ever. A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.