Long ago, the purity of your blood - so clear and unharmed Renewed my hope for your weak and diseased kind It's not the death nor the journey that I've came That makes my hand feels stone cold Oh no - it's the pain of my past I carry for lives Want you hear me now, my warning voice I am the chosen one To fill your mind with truth and brighten your heart I am the chosen one Now that I'm gone, my breath will never return to your halls of despair To fail again seems to be my destiny and the curse of mortals