The Oracle Lyrics & Chords By Forgive Durden

Gargul the Oracle
What a tragic mess you fools have made of this
The soil's filled with vacancy
You've spoiled all the crops and seed
This was a birth, a gift
You daftly wasted it
The dust and dirt will stain your fists
You can't escape your own skin

Ahrima
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception
Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain
The boy will one day cross the mountains

Gargul the Oracle
And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history
This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny

Angels
So please take heed of this prophecy
Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet
Inside her lock he will turn the key
Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we've done
Return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one

Gargul the Oracle
One day the strands will mend
All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread
The cycle will begin
The choices he made that day, to burn down what he'd helped create
You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it

Ahrima
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception
Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain
The boy will one day cross the mountains

Gargul the Oracle
And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history
This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny

Nidria
So take heed of this prophecy
Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet
In her lock he'll turn the key

Nidria and Ahrima
Their true love will be strong enough

Ahrima
To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one

Nidria and Ahrima
Their true love will be strong enough

Ahrima
To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one
What a tragic mess you fools have made of this
What a tragic mess you fools have made of this

Narrator
Time flashed by for the Dark and the Light
The two fragments, recessed, still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest
In the Dark lived two brothers, Adakias, the youngest, and the heir, Pallis
As children, of the lists of myths, their favorite was the narrative
Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene
Adakias would always dream of a destiny to leave, of fulfilling the prophecy
But he was laughed at, fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast
For a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker
The streets frowned, but deep down he screamed out
He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy
Legitimacy to the famed sea, a quiet certainty to his fated fantasies