Candlemass Bearer Of Pain
Once a year the white robes go on a quest In search of a virgin, a child of innocence Born of Apollon, divine is the heritage chosen by foe to accomplish a holy task Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain lighten the burdens of woe Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain heal the wounds of the city I bear your weight upon my shoulders I bleed for you and pray I hear your moaning in my mind I comfort night and day From my tower to your foundations my soul reaches through your walls Market square of guarded bastions I answer to your calls The tears of the city wiped away by summer breeze the pain is lightened by sweet, sweet dreams The cries of despair are silenced with a lullaby sleep my child, I'm with you, we are one Bearer of pain Now a year, her chamber is opened again led by servants, the old one is barely sane Marked by her burdens, the guardian can finally rest replaced by another, carrying on the continuing test