City burning, an enemy conquers
Despite of all the bravery
The prophetess dragged from the Temple
Raped and brought to slavery

Again a world burns, towers falling
Friends disappear without a trace
But now at peace with the enemies
In modern Troy she finds a place

To revenge sacrilege, come Locrian slaves
Hiding from a threatening mob
Finding their way through darkened alleys
In your arms they cry and sob

An age old tragedy is being repeated
As are the dramas of recent years
This time there is a happy ending
Finding protection from your fears

Mother of the unforgiven
Protector of slaves old and new
I am proud to stand beside you
From darkest night till morning dew...


© WanderingSpirits 2001