Call me the Oracle
I name myself thee and for this I breathe in you shame
Call me oracular
I see your fate from behind the drapery
Arsonist I may aspire to become
But in my eyes its only justice that is done
I will light your bedside aflame with all of my hate sleeping soundly you will never now it's too late
Sin
Into the flames
Into the storms of hate that sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
I will not regret this decision, but my burdened feelings shackle my intent
Arsonist I may aspire to become
But in my eyes its only justice that is done
The appetite of the demon inside of me needs to feed its screaming wretchedly
Into the flames
Into the storms of hate that sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
The tomb inside of my conscience longs for your presence
Move the stone
I need your soul
Tarnish the pages with Apollo's hand
Making her suffer at his command
Tarnish her name with his fire
My cryptic desire, and his godly power
The tomb inside of my vault longs for your fall
Move the massive stone
I need your soul
