Owls Predict, Oracles Stand Guard

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