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
lighten the burdens of woe
chosen by foe to accomplish a holy task
Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
heal the wounds of the city I bear your weight upon my shoulders
I hear your moaning in my mind
I bleed for you and pray
I comfort night and day
From my tower to your foundations
Market square of guarded bastions
my soul reaches through your walls
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 led by servants, the old one is barely sane
Now a year, her chamber is opened again
Marked by her burdens, the guardian can finally rest
replaced by another, carrying on the continuing test.
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