You're a Divine, cruel as rock
In blood circle ov fate you reign
Tell me about my goddamn clock
Rotten life of mine I disdain.
Speak Thy prophecy, my darling
Some shocking munites I need
Will this dwelling keep on stunning?
Or have I the chance to ride my steed?
A blonde Moon is glowing high
The Oracle sinks in scarlet rose
Too much unbearable "why"
A thick smoulder in my nose.
You may sit silent and numb
But then take away my soul
Pierce my heart, rip out and come,
Come lead this body to dark mould.
Sexy goddess, I would become your adept
What is the price of serving?
I'm crucified with raven wings that clapped
At the night and every morning...
Oracle of Love
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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