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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


Up in the tower, the nerve of the city so high
Treated like a princess,
But imprisoned by the will of her fate

Concentrating, feeling the pain how it flows
Through the walls of the city into her soul


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