Thee Orakle - White Linen
Emerges from the grey city
Now dark in despair
Seek pain on love
But it still remains there
From high above buildings
Smells the white linen dress
Descending from heaven
With moon watching by
Work wonders
Light of night
Ambiguity is the ruin
Of our hero
Human and animal
Instinct become one
Letras Thee Orakle