Morpheus' Dreams - The Daughter of the Owls Тексты

In olden times
This girl, a newborn child
Was left by owls
To be not victim
And not the crime

“Not born from men
So, she should burn to death”
“Or be outcast
To live lonely and only
With the dead”

And as she grows
Inside the abbey
The elder men knows
She can’t hide there

Neither wind
Or even the nightfall
Won’t stop our fury
And your body to crawl
Praying for mercy?
There’s no one to call
And with your blood
We shall stain holy walls

Left on her own
With only skin and bones
Owl dung with pellets
And no name, no hope

Fed by a nun
Till she was old enough
And then with sixteen
She’ll have no one
Nowhere to run

“It’s time for you to pray
Men and deceiver
It’s time for all to pay
We shall begin it!!”