The Oracle - Overtures

Fleeting joy, tragic pain, instants of illusion.

That’s where your mind is meant to be.

Pendulum swings, with its only direction.

So we burn.

Sometimes the die is cast before it is even thrown,

and no hero exists, who can change a written fate.

Learn from your past, don’t turn your back,

gazing at the horizon with the consciousness of your destiny.

Now we burn.

No destiny exists,

except the one your own ego will design.

Beyond your reach, unpossible?

Those words are simply not for you.

From the ashes and the stones,

changing ages change their thrones.

at the gates of paradise,

I will watch them fall and die,

then another one will come.

Two days were one, you were my strenght.

Likewise we’ll play, as the match starts again.

Angel I am, and so I stay,

facing both the hurting flame and the frightening ruin.

May a light shine on your road, may it let you see,

that even if we walk in two, our shadow is one

From the ashes and the stones,

changing ages change their thrones.

at the gates of paradise,

I will watch them fall and die,

then another one will come…

…and burn!

(Guitar Solo by Marco Falanga)

Placed are the pawns.

I won’t look the board

since already I know if you

played the first move too.

A toll comes from the bell,

a beat comes from your heart,

don’t you ever lose yourself,

don’t you miss your will again… again…

From the ashes and the stones,

changing ages change their thrones.

at the gates of paradise,

I will watch them fall and die,

then another one will come.

From the ashes and the stones,

changing ages change their thrones.

at the gates of paradise,

I will watch them fall and die,

then another one will come…

…and burn!