I come now from those foreign places Unknown to those with hidden faces Bedecked and different, for them to leer As one unknown, something to fear Am I not I that you can see? What is the fear you see in me? This faceless one, that makes you quake I hold no fear its what you make Deceive yourself if that you may And cringe from that which spells decay I hold no terrors in these hands I am but a vessel to unknown lands There is nothing to fear but fear itself Of what, the memory of love or wealth You will take my hand, make no mistake A new life starts as you awake.
|