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
   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