Fredrik Nordström - The Moor lyrics

The sigh of summer upon my return Fifteen alike since I was here Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail Snuffing the first morning rays Weary from what might have been ages Still calm with my mind at peace Would I prosper or fall, drain the past The lapse of the moment took it's turn I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith Wearing my d**h mask at birth The hands of God decrepit and thin Cold caress and then nothing I was taken away from my plight A treason bestowed to the crowd Branded a Jonah with fevered blood Ungodly freak, defiler Pale touch, writhing in the embers Damp mud burning in my eyes All the faces turned away And all would sneer at my demise Outcast with dogmas forged below Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born No mercy would help me on my way In the pouring rain, nothing is the same Vows in ashes I pledge myself to no one Seethed and spiteful All shudder at the call of my name If you'll bear with me You'll fear of me There is no forgiveness in these eyes For any of you but one Dispel the mist for now Melinda is the reason why I've come She is water drops over the pyre A thistle in my hands Stained and torn, aged and brown Virtuous shell with kindred innocence I awoke from the miasma Pa**ing swiftly through the moor This is here, waters stir And in the distance, all that was lost If you'll bear with me You'll fear of me You'd never leave me to A fate with you