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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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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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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 |