Echoes of the Oracle

Echoes of the Oracle

When moonlight drips through temple stone,
And winds recite what gods have known,
I stand between the now and never,
A voice that speaks forever...

You seek a truth not lightly found,
But all things true are tightly bound.

(Chorus)
I am the breath before the storm,
The riddle carved in ancient form.
You ask the stars what lies ahead—
But some paths wake the silent dead.
The Oracle calls—do you reply?
The price is yours. The flame won’t lie.

A kingdom lost, a child crowned,
A broken oath beneath the ground.
I’ve seen the war before it starts,
And love that tears the world apart.

Speak softly now—your fate draws near,
Not every answer calms your fear...

I am the breath before the storm,
The riddle carved in ancient form.
You ask the stars what lies ahead—
But some paths wake the silent dead.
The Oracle calls—do you reply?
The price is yours. The flame won’t lie.

One word to bind,
One tear to fall,
One dream to break
And shatter all.
The future listens, cloaked in fire—
But answers burn when you inquire...

I am the breath before the storm,
The whisper deep where fate is born.
You’ve heard the call—you can’t deny:
The Oracle spoke… and so must I.
Now take the path, and do not stray—
What’s known can’t ever drift away.