They tell a tale of a man exiled
From his homeland to solitude
They tell a tale of his long journey
Struggling searching the golden fleece
And they tell a legend that
The fleece's been healing wounds
Without a price it lifts up all your repentance
And the sins you're born with
Could be remitted
No memory of bitterness
They tell a tale of a man exiled
For he's murdered his family
They tell a tale of his misfortune
Sneakily creeping all over him
And they tell a story that the house was mad and cursed
When one loves he kills others with a reaping-hook
'till the one survivor rips out his own throat
No one to love anymore
And they tell a story that the house was mad and cursed
When one loves he kills others with a reaping-hook
'till the one survivor rips out his own throat
No one to love
No one to love