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      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      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