| Once a year the white robes go on a quest
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| In search of a virgin, a child of innocence
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| Born of Apollon divine is the heritage
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| Chosen by foe to accomplish a holy task
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| Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
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| Lighten the burdens of woe
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| Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
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| Heal the wounds of the city
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| Up in the tower, the nerve of the city so high
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| Treated like a princess,
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| But imprisoned by the will of her fate
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| Concentrating, feeling the pain how it flows
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| Through the walls of the city into her soul
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| Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
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| Lighten the burdens of woe
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| Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain
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| Heal the wounds of the city
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| I bear your weight upon my shoulders
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| I bleed for you and pray
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| I hear your moaning in my mind
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| I comfort night and day
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| From my tower to your foundations
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| My soul reaches through your walls
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| Market square of guarded bastions
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| I answer to your calls
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| The tears of the city wiped away by summer breeze
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| The pain is lightened by sweet, sweet dreams
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| The cries of despair are silenced with a lullaby
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| Sleep my child, I’m with you, we are one
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| Bearer of pain
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| Now a year her chamber is opened again
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| Led by servants, the old one is barely sane
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| Marked by her burdens, the guardian can finally rest
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| Replaced by another, carrying on the continuing test |