"No, please, do not put me on a pedestal." "I was a fool." [Verse 1] Through Saint Armand’s blighted halls he fled, Skin marred by plague, his soul weighed with dread. I find him trembling, repentant, unworthy, Apostate pleading for hyena mercy. [Verse 2] I guide him back through forest and fen, To the abbey, in the Sisters care to mend Toby Bones watches from a quiet apse, As Mother Agnes sponges each scar and gash [Chorus] Leper monk... with haunted gaze... Carries fire through a darkened maze. We dare to touch... we dare to see... The truths he bares, the wounds that plead. [Verse 3] From the folds of his robe, a spotted charm worn, Its edges chipped from paths long and forlorn. "St. Rictavia," I gasp and whisper low, And feel the weight of secrets the shadows know. [Chorus] Leper monk... with haunted gaze... Carries fire through a darkened maze. We dare to touch... we dare to see... The truths he bares, the wounds that plead. [Bridge] We cleanse his flesh, we tend his pain, Yet doubts still linger of what will remain. His knowledge heavy, lights where shadows cling, A road once fled now calls for reckoning. [Chorus] Leper monk... with haunted gaze... Carries fire through a darkened maze. We dare to touch... we dare to see... The truths he bares, the wounds that plead. [Outro] Brother Bilius rests under their care, The abbey quiet, but for Toby's laugh, I steel myself with Agnes in prayer, And set out to find the truth of our past. "I should never have kept it secret, Scuzzy my sister."
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