The Oracle / Exile

As the Watcher's power grows too great
We have to flee from the grip of his hand
Down in numbers there's no way to fight
We have to make a call for the divine

The oracle told us of the place
We shall build our freedom nest
So we gather for the caravan
We must leave before the spell is cast

Sailing across the ocean of endless stars
Somewhere along the cosmos we'll start new lives