Born of cosmic dust and fire
The curse on her would never expire
She had been born out of rage and fear
Her mother taken at the point of a warrior's spear
Given to the gypsies to raise
It was the start of her dark days
Passed around from man to man
Each one imprinting their own brand
Making her feel less than
Her skin is burnt with all their marks
They scream out to the spirits dark
One kind gypsy branded one to let the bright rebound
So even in darkness, the light could be found
She had her mother's chants
She had her father's rants
And the agony of her years made her something to fear
She was not afraid of pain
To her that was a daily game
Don't threaten her with death
She'll show you how easy it is to take that last breath
She begs for it just as much today as then
Her want for the reaper's release is written from within
They thought the darkness would take her over
It would make it easier for them to control her
But that one magic symbol for the light was powerful
It would not let the darkness be her downfall
She learned the chants, she studied the plants
She knew what all the talismans ment
And how to control and use the elements
Till she was strong enough then she broke free
And the gypsies in terror before her flee
She stepped over the bodies of those that had done her wrong
She did it singing the sweetest song
That made even the bravest of them wish their life would not be prolonged
She now wanders the woods clothed from head to toe
So all of the symbol branded scars don't show
With people she has no use
Alone she suffers no abuse
She prefers the solitude
She's always in a sullen mood
The curse on her is still to be showen
Because no good deeds has she yet sown
