How It All Began

Listen for her steps over the moor
Call that is not heard distant contour
She will walk alone where all things fade
For nobody knows the weeping maid
And she wanders in her blindfold
Wilful quest for her own despair
Never wonder who she was once or from what
Estrangement she came
Listen for her steps over the moor
Call that is not heard distant contour
She will walk alone where all things fade
For nobody knows the weeping maid
Do not ask who she belongs to
Do not try to find out her name
Chasing after the malediction of which she was
Never aware
Listen for her steps over the moor
Call that is not heard distant contour
She will be alone when all hopes fade
No-one will console the weeping maid
Listen for her steps over the moor
Call that is not heard distant contour
She will be alone when all hopes fade
No-one will console the weeping maid