Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd by The Ruins of Beverast Lyrics

How long have I been wandering uphill?
My lord, did you paint these meadows?
They are colourless

Roar, agonizing distant noise

Look at me
I kneel down before thee
Bow my head
Cover my ears
Weep

This soil did never alter in two thousand years
I wonder if it is you who hunts them
Or are they following me?

This is a burden I was never taught to heave

To you I implore, oh father!
Take this noise away from me!
Save me!
Father, make me the seed for a silent meadow

Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way
In tears, on chafed limbs

There is no herb to be laid
Upon the stigmata of immortality's burden

Father, make me the seed for a silent meadow