The Oracle کے بول

Deep in a trance Speaking in tongues Sharp, cold and venomous Like a rattlesnake While dark shadows dance She fills me with song I'm slipping into a dream wide awake Were they good dreams What did you see? Moonlight, laughter or war For coming centuries? Dark whispers and words Sworn secrecy The seven faces of god are staring at me And her eyes are burning like the stars And her hair is married to the wind Still her disguise can't cover up her scars Buried deep underneath her skin Dressed up in white Cleansed from all sin Standing in the cold breeze Of the Shadowland Night after night She struggles within Tonight she will die by my hand And her eyes are burning like the stars And her hair is married to the wind Still her disguise can't cover up her scars Buried deep underneath her skin Far-seeing beautiful goddess of night Speak out now from your temple of light And her eyes are burning like the stars And her hair is married to the wind Still her disguise can't cover up her scars Buried deep underneath her skin