The oracle

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