Call me the Oracle I name myself thee And for this I breathe in your 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 know its 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 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 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 Apollos hand Making her suffer at his command Tarnish her name with his fire My cryptic desire And his godly power The tomb inside my vault longs for your fall Move the massive stone, I need your soul
oracular, unroll, drapery, arsonist, tarnish