| Long gone without a sight, she pulls away |
| from the darkened woods to the oceans waves |
| Pursuing voices harbor greed and hate from |
| the gallows of her unconscious state |
| Lost in a world so bare, |
| she hopes somewhere there’s |
| a voice to spare some time |
| And she will tear the dark from light |
| she’ll aslways be right by your side |
| Don’t stray far from The Shepherdess |
| There’s a loneliness out there |
| Soft weakened remnants of a world, |
| she’ll carry on her sould unfurled |
| Soft skin, unbroken sin she holds those days |
| with a tattered skirt and a broken gaze |
| Blistered and worn out feet tread endlessly |
| through the catacombs of a broken age |
| Thrust from an oceans womb, |
| for mankinds tomb is a bastion for her strife |
| She’ll never wear and never die, |
| for Gods have cursed her lonely life |
| Don’t stray far from The Shepherdess |
| there’s a loneliness out there |
| Soft weakened remnants of a world, |
| she’ll carry on her sould unfurled |