The Oracle Lyrics - Razia's Shadow: A Musical - Forgive Durden

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this 

The soul's filled with vacancy 

You've spoiled all the crops and seed 

This was a birth, a gift 

You daftly wasted it 

The dust and dirt will stain your fists 

You can't escape your own skin 

Every creation is plucked 

From a boundless hole of perception 

Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain 

The boy will one day cross the mountains 

And reunite this world's divided halves 

Fulfill their history 

This is more than divine decree 

It's his destiny 

So please take heed of this prophecy 

Lifetimes from now there will be 

Two chosen, bound to meet 

Inside her lock he will turn the key 

Their love will be strong enough 

To erase all the wrong we've done 

Return us to where we belong 

With the light and dark as one 

One day the strands will mend 

All the torn seams and frayed ends 

Will turn to one single thread 

The cycle will begin 

The choices he made that day 

To burn down what he'd help create 

You have made this bed 

Now you must sleep in it 

Every creation is plucked 

From a boundless hole of perception 

Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain 

The boy will one day cross the mountains 

And reunite this world's divided halves 

Fulfill their history 

This is more than divine decree 

It's his destiny 

So take heed of this prophecy 

Lifetimes from now there will be 

Two chosen, bound to meet 

In her lock he'll turn the key 

Their true love will be strong enough 

To erase the wrong we've done 

The dark and light will become one 

Their true love will be strong enough 

To erase the wrong we've done 

The dark and light will become one 

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this 

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this 

Time flashed by for the dark and the light 

The two fragments, recessed 

Still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest 

In the dark lived two brothers 

Adakias, the youngest and the heir, Pallis 

As children of the lists of myths 

Their favorite was the narrative 

"Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene" 

Adakias would always dream of a destiny 

To leave, of fulfilling the prophecy but he was laughed at 

Fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast 

For a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker, the streets frowned 

But deep down he screamed out 

He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy 

Legitimacy to the famed sea 

A quiet certainty to his fated fantasies