Oracle کے بول

Sacrifice at the temple Sanctuary of the wise Hail to the virgin oracle 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 Vapors rise as she gazes through Bleeding eyes 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