Lyrics & tune Zander Nyrond
They tell me I am alright now.
They tell me I can go out in the sun.
They tell me the mark is gone from my brow.
They tell me the battle is won.
So why do I feel betrayed and alone
when I lie with my husband at night?
Why am I no longer happy
just being alright?
They tell me I am alright now.
They tell me I have beaten the curse.
They tell me that I was enslaved to the devil,
in danger of death or far worse.
So why do I long for the keenness of senses
made dull by the sun's cruel light?
Why can I not be content
to be merely alright?
Two old foreign men have fought to the death
over me, and the older man lost.
And now I am saved, and with every breath
I count the unbearable cost.
For a moment I've seen what my life could have been,
but I'll never know freedom again,
just a nightmare unending
of wise, condescending,
complacent, contemptible men.
They tell me that he was a demon.
They tell me he killed men for play.
But I saw the sadness and pain in his eyes
that only true death washed away.
The other man talked about souls now at peace,
but he only lived for the fight.
And now there is nothing to be
except simply alright.
I could have been ageless, immortal and fair
and joined my dark prince in his flight.
But now he is dead, and I,
I am simply alright.
Condemned to a short, bitter lifetime
of being alright.