Dark eyes stare you down
Trust the wise as they spread their wings
The surface fading, all 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 incense to cut through the mist

Three choices:
Escape
Stand guard
Or give in
Three choices:

Escape
Stand guard
Or give in

Ruled by 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
May 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 a ghost

The roar of thunder sets the oracle free
Awakening the ones fallen from grace