Came the oracle, I name myself thee and for this I breath in your shame
Call me oracular; I see your fate from behind the drapery
Arsonist I may aspire to become, but in my eyes it's only justice that is done
I will light your bedside aflame with all of my hate sleeping soundly you will never know it's to late
Sin
Into flames
Into the storms of hate that sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls I will not regret this decision
But my burdened feelings shackle my intent
Arsonist I may aspire to become
But in my eyes it's only justice that is done
The appetite of the demon inside of me needs to feed it's screaming wretchedly
Into the storms of hate that tarnish the pages with apollo's hand
Making her suffer at his command
Tarnish her name with his fire, my cryptic desire, and his godly power
The tomb inside of my vault longs for you fall
Move the massive stone I need your soul