I am the Oracle you seek, the prince of waters flowing all through the ages. Soul enchantress close your eyes & sleep. I've walked the hallways of your soul, in fields of dreams I felt the wings of an angel. Melanie, do you remember me? I am the stranger from the well, on white horse riding gallant, the ghost of Valhalla. The immortal child of Zaatar. The golden dawn, the chosen one, the prophet, the oracle's son.
Oh princess of the shining flame, wings tipped god's hourglass & shattered the ages. Spirits pass through wind chimes singing, the orphan songs to lonely ones a harem of angels sing.
Within the palace of my gaze, your subtle glances flutter like wings of a butterfly. Child of Lilith you belong to me. I am the stranger from the well, you are my nightingale, the girl from the woodlocks. Unlatch the window, hear my serenade. You are the one, my golden dawn, the moon & the stars & the sun. You are the one, my golden dawn, the moon & the stars & the sun.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth