| Song | Wisdom |
| Artist | Manticora |
| Album | The Black Circus, Pt. 1: Letters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortune-teller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
| The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm – on this night. | |
| Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
| "When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
| The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
| I couldn’t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
| She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
| "When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
| I vanished in the gypsy woman’s hazel green eyes… couldn’t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
| The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
| She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
| "When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation – | |
| When I look into the crystal ball." |
| In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortuneteller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
| The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm on this night. | |
| Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
| " When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
| The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
| I couldn' t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
| She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
| " When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
| I vanished in the gypsy woman' s hazel green eyes couldn' t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
| The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
| She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
| " When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation | |
| When I look into the crystal ball." |
| In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortuneteller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions. | |
| The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm on this night. | |
| Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said: | |
| " When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance." | |
| The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air. | |
| I couldn' t help staring into those penetrating eyes. | |
| She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air: | |
| " When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance." | |
| I vanished in the gypsy woman' s hazel green eyes couldn' t resist to let her have my inner self. | |
| The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me. | |
| She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me: | |
| " When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation | |
| When I look into the crystal ball." |