Once the most devout servant of the old God,
Singing its praises, song after song.
She dreamed of becoming a bishop,
Until a letter revealed her secret.

"Tainted!" She was hurt by the people's words,
but not as much as the betrayal of her loved ones.
The ignorant see infection as disease,
but those scars, tell the tales of her history.

In this moment of darkness Indies takes her hand,
"Those abandoned by the foolish old God, are my children.
I endow you with magic copper to heal your wounds
And give you wisdom so that you see the truth."

"Call me the nun," She looks up and says,
"Instead of my scars, this name will remind me
Of hat sort of foolish lies I believed."