Midnight Oracle (2023)

OPIUM DEN

Hush, Little Raven! Can’t you see the light? The light that shines around your head. You whispered “go! Leave me alone with the dead!”

Hush, Little Raven! Don’t stay in the dark! Leave with me and dont look back! You turned away and said “this world is painted black.”

“There is no way you can break my chains – they cut straight through my soul, they’ve burned so long. My life has made them strong.”

Hush, Little Raven! Don’t fall asleep, or you will never leave this hell. You said “this is my life, this deep and cold dark hidden well.”

Hush, Little Raven! How can you say that no one ever cared for you? You closed your eyes, said “loves for fools.”

“You still believe that the world is kind – well no one ever proved it, so why should I refuse to die?”

Hush, Little Raven! I will be here for you anytime you need me. You said “it is my own pain, just forget my name and leave.”

Hush, Little Raven! People tell lies to themselves every day. If you could see yourself for real you would not turn away.

I will find you wherever you go, I will never leave you. Take my hand, make a stand!

BLACK MASS

Woe to you, oh earth and sea! For the devil sends the beast with wroth, for he knows his time is short.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – the mass, the mass, the mass that moves – like a fog in the dark, the rhythm of feet and chanting.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – like a million sparks rising to night skies dancing.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – like a tide in the street, in search of something to bless them.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – like slaves in need of a gentle whip to caress them.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – the mass, the mass, the mass that moves, like worms in the dirt, the pest on a moonlit flower.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves, in search of a word that brings them a sense of power.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves, cross the land and the sea, and carries the passion with them.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves, the illusion of me, dancing to my heart rhythm.

The mass, the mass, the mass that moves – the mass, the mass, the mass that moves.

THE LEPER HOUSE

Little girl you dwell in darkness, little girl you’re far from home. Little girl there is no light here, there will never be.

Little girl your eyes are blinded, little girl you’re all alone. Little girl the shadows haunt you, you can’t see them come.

You died alone. No one found your grave and took you home. You’re on your own, forever weeping beside your withering bones.

Little girl i hear you crying, little girl i feel your fear. Little girl this night of sorrow, it will never end.

Little girl no one can help you, little girl the knives are sharp. Little girl your heart is clinging to a fragile beat.

You died alone. No one found your grave and took you home. You’re on your own, forever weeping beside your withering bones.

Little girl this will be over, little girl this world will die. Little girl a shallow grave is where you will find me.

Little girl then we are falling, little girl just like the rain. Little girl over the forest and the summer fields.

Little girl you won’t remember, little girl you will be free. Little girl you will be safe there, you will be with me.

You died alone. No one found your grave and took you home. You’re on your own, forever weeping beside your withering bones.

GOMORRAH

I was driving to Gomorrah on a highway without light, and the cars I met were left at the roadside. I drove up through the mountains and the tunnels they had dug, with hands that broke a nail for every mile.

And I came to the black desert, and the fence and hidden mines, and nowhere was a living human being. Saw shadows with machine guns and synthetic human drones – a sermon for themselves, each one a king.

And Gomorrah was all quiet – just the echo of a gun, ringing out into a night in Hell. And I prayed for god to light up all the evil they had done, that finally all – all is well.

I was driving through Gomorrah on a road without a name, with stroboscopic light from every nightclub. The drones that were off duty, oh they drank corrosive drinks, sold their lovers to the thirsty mob.

And beyond the bars and brothel was a concentration camp – barracks built of concrete and of steel. And I knew this was my mission, there were people still alive, that knew and could explain this wane I feel.

And Gomorrah was all quiet – just the echo of a gun, ringing out into a night in Hell. And I prayed for god to light up all the evil they had done, that finally all – all is well.

And I had to leave my car alone and walk across a field, and cut my way through shadows to a beast, who overlooked the barracks from a hill of sulfur rocks – empty eyes were lost beyond the east.

I hit him with my shotgun and I put it to his head, I heard a faint whisper from his teeth: “oh finally you caught me, I’ve been running long enough. I’m sick of pain so bring me my relief.”

And Gomorrah was all quiet – just the echo of a gun, ringing out into a night in Hell. And I prayed for god to light up all the evil they had done, that finally all – all is well.

Yeah, Gomorrah was all quiet – just the echo of a gun, ringing out into a night in Hell. And I prayed for god to light up all the evil they had done, that finally all – all is well.

LAS VEGAS

I am alone again, and an acid rain is falling outside, from the reservoir, where they keep the tears from the souls they turned.

They only feel the void, the smell of envy. Oh this city hurts my eyes, for the neon fires keep on burning.

I am alone again, and I heard the speeches, listened to the rumors, and I saw the desert sand blowing from the highway.

City made of wonder, oh the honey pot for creatures walking on their hind legs and without no shadows breathing.

I am alone again – like a spacecraft that is passing by myself into the never-ending hole in this city skyline.

This is how the world ends, like a hundred shattered stars, powdered across the suburbs, the horizon like a shockwave coming.

I am alone again – in a black hole, where the ash of people glow like a paradise torn down by this fire.

I see expanding thickness bend like plastic wrapping in the hot air, buildings that were heading for the skies are burning.

I am alone again, and remember, oh they were my children. Distant are the echoes of voices in my royal garden.

Distant are the echoes of voices in my royal garden.