Is it a curse or a prophecy?
My mother died before she told me
Why should I carry on her legacy?
To ease the all of friends and enemies
You'll never be truly one of us
We'll fear what we won't understand
Behind the walls where we find no trust
But always find your devoted helping hands
A healing virtue that subdue the wounds of all
A gift revealed to me inside a dream
And yet outshined by your basalt walls
Where shadows lurk under every ashen tree
Why must I be denied?
You'll never be truly one of us
We'll fear what we won't understand
Behind the walls where we find no trust
But always find your devoted helping hands
...what we won't understand
Behind the walls where we find no trust
But always find your devoted helping hands
I have heard the town tales of your powers
They say there's nothing you can't cure
And as I lay broken in the midnight hour
Your howls and touch are the blessings of this moor
I've mend their mayor's broken body
I hope that my blessings reached his soul
But what are those red glares in the forest?
They come to thank me with torches in their hold
In fire my legacy will die
You'll never be truly one of us
We'll burn your wicked different ways
Such is the our trial, such is the price
The lord you granted second life betrays
