Dark eyes stare you down, trust the wise as they spread their wings.
The surface's 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 insects to get through the mist.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Robbed 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.
(stand tall in the tide) as it drowns your last chance to prevail.
All I have is the wisdom, the wisdom of fools, given to me by the eyes of a ghost.
The roar of thunder sets the oracle free.
Awakening the ones fallen from grace.
Owls Predict Oracles Stand Guard Video (MV)
Performed By: Soilwork
Written by: BJOERN OVE INGEMAR STRID, DAVID ANDERSSON, DIRK VERBEUREN, OLA FLINK, SVEN MORTEN RAGNAR KARLSSON, SYLVAIN EMMANUEL COUDRET
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Dark eyes stare you down, trust the wise as they spread their wings.
The surface's 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 insects to get through the mist.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Robbed 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.
(stand tall in the tide) as it drowns your last chance to prevail.
All I have is the wisdom, the wisdom of fools, given to me by the eyes of a ghost.
The roar of thunder sets the oracle free.
Awakening the ones fallen from grace.
The surface's 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 insects to get through the mist.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Three choices: escape, stand guard or give in.
Robbed 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.
(stand tall in the tide) as it drowns your last chance to prevail.
All I have is the wisdom, the wisdom of fools, given to me by the eyes of a ghost.
The roar of thunder sets the oracle free.
Awakening the ones fallen from grace.
Writer: BJOERN OVE INGEMAR STRID, DAVID ANDERSSON, DIRK VERBEUREN, OLA FLINK, SVEN MORTEN RAGNAR KARLSSON, SYLVAIN EMMANUEL COUDRET
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.