The Pythia

Under starless night
 On the slopes of Mount Parnassus
 He reveals his fateful story to the priests
 When his only son
 Became one with the Aegean
 He embarked to find the Pythia of the East
 The clerics wring their brittle hands
 Three voices meld and speak as one
 "Give us the gifts you've brought for Pythia
 And all your years of grief shall be undone."
 With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, he proceeds on Sacred Way
 The Oracle his last remaining chance
 Head down, she breaths the ground
 Rising mist turns her words to prophecy
 Revered in frenzied state
 Parnassus-born
 Head down, she breaths the ground
 Rising mist turns her words to prophecy
 Revered in frenzied state
 Parnassus-born
 Procession ends at eagle's height
 Adytum bathed in crimson light
 He falls before her sacred feet
 Calls for his son to live anew
 Her wailing echoes through the sky
 Her proclamations shake the earth
 Vapors command her to sing
 Above the Castalian Spring
 Her wailing echoes through the sky
 Her proclamations shake the earth
 Vapors command her to sing
 Above the Castalian Spring
 Above the Spring
 Above the Spring
 Far away,
 The sound of morning wakes him from his dream
 Her tawdry spell
 A revelation of her fallacy
 Far away,
 The sound of morning wakes him from his dream
 Her tawdry spell
 A revelation of her fallacy
 He ascends her throne with resolution
 An impious absolution
 His desperate wish forever lost to time
 Head down, she breaths the ground
 Rising mist turns her words to prophecy
 Revered in frenzied state
 Paranassus-born