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[Pythia] [Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Chew laurel leaves. Let bitterness become the key. Walk the stairs, where the stone remembers the feet of slaves. Where the earth is an open wound that nothing heals, Here is your throne, where reason rises to the ears of the gods. [Chorus] You prophesy the fall of cities that still stand. And you see blood on your hands that are still clean. You whisper the names of lovers who are sleeping. This moment in the flow of cycles belongs to you. [Interlude] [Verse 2] You feel warmth from the depths. Then - the smell of bitterness. Then a voice. Without words. A continuous hum of wild bees, loud. Like a stone in tar, your thoughts drown in it. You speak... Your language already has an accent that is not human. You are not you. You are a channel. A guide between "what will be" and "there is". You ask the spirits, the gods and give meaning to the prophecies. [Chorus] You prophesy the fall of cities that still stand. And you see blood on your hands that are still clean. You whisper the names of lovers who are sleeping. This moment in the flow of cycles belongs to you. [Interlude] [Intensive Interlude] [Bridge] You look at the ceiling of the cave and think: Who is the true prophet? I, who spoke with God? Or am I now in knowledge that cannot confuse, Can't halp anything and can't change it later. [Chorus] You prophesy the fall of cities that still stand. And you see blood on your hands that are still clean. You whisper the names of lovers who are sleeping. This moment in the flow of cycles belongs to you. [Final] Tomorrow they will come again. Again the fragrances, the sacrifices, Eyes, full of hope, of terror. Again I will chew laurel. I will breathe the spirit of the earth. I am a hole for the senses. The world looks through it at itself, at its burden. It cries its own, human... my tears. I am only the eternal, true echo of darkness. [Outro] [Instrumental] [end] Poetry © Svetlana Khavronenko #songwriter #music #ambient #newmusic #esoteric #techno #song #meditation #shamanic #pythia #magic #telepathy