Born from the purest of hearts,
a child of immense beauty.
Passionate, kind and innocent
others' well-being her duty.
And yet a shadow followed her round,
hiding in stillness, making no sound.
From round the world, all men were coming
to see this soul of warming grace.
And though she'd grant them all her favor,
all would leave without a trace.
For when they'd touch her silk-soft hand,
they'd fill with pain they couldnt stand.
They'd fall and fall and yet stand still,
torn from inside they'd shout.
Consumed in sorrow, despair, pain,
their heart just turning inside out.
Each time they'd hear a silent voice:
"Abandon her! You have no choice!"
All desired, yet none could claim her,
calling her witch and spreading freight.
But she still helped and shined so brigthly.
in such a darkness, an elusive light.
And every time she fell asleep
she couldn't hear the quiet weep.
"They cant accept the simple truth,
we belong one to the other."
Fear not, my sister, I am here,
your knight, your guard, your brother.
If they want you, I am their bane,
for there's no Love without the Pain."
