I Drew The Sickness From Their Veins | Dark Fantasy Healer Song

Seven villages survived because one healer was willing to do what the priests would not. At first, he only took lives he could justify. Murderers. Condemned men. People already marked for death. Then the prisons emptied, the sick kept coming, and the question quietly changed from who deserves to die to how many people can this death save. “The Price of Being Needed” is a dark cleric song about what happens when a terrible power keeps producing good results. The kingdom calls him blessed because they only see the people walking away healed. They do not see who disappears behind the door. Now a little girl is dying, a man who stole bread is waiting in chains, and the healer already has the key in his hand. Enter the world of Medieval Confessions: https://medievalconfessions.com/ #DarkCleric #DnDSongs #FantasyMusic #MedievalConfessions 'The Price of Being Needed' They found me where the plague had spread Through seven villages of dead The healers fled, the priests withdrew And I knew things they never knew I drew the sickness from their veins And took it where the darkness waits By morning every fever broke But something answered when I spoke The first man lived, the second too By winter half the valley knew They brought their dying to my door And every night I saved one more But every life required a name A soul to feed the hidden flame I chose the murderers at first The men whose crimes had earned the curse They call me blessed, they call me kind They never ask what stays behind They see the living leave my hands Not what it costs to make them stand I learned to heal what others can't I learned what mercy must demand And if the dead could speak tonight Would they still say I chose what's right? The prisons emptied by the spring They praised the peace that healing brings But sickness doesn't care for laws And hunger doesn't need a cause I took a thief condemned to hang A young man caught with stolen grain His mother begged outside my door I saved three children with his soul They call me blessed, they call me kind I've learned to leave their names behind Three children laughing in the sun One mother grieving for her son I tell myself the numbers stand That death is fair beneath my hand But every time I choose who dies The choice gets easier to hide I used to wait for proof of guilt Before I took a life to heal Now I just ask how many wait And how much sickness I can steal The king has offered me his cells His courts, his guards, his prison bells He says no healer ever born Has saved as many as I have Today they brought a little girl Her skin was cold, her breathing thin Her father held her through the night And begged me not to let death win Outside my door a prisoner waits A man condemned for stealing bread The guards have left him bound and blind They say by dawn he'll lose his head I know the words to make her breathe I know the price, I know the need Her father asks if I can help I tell him yes And reach for the key Medieval Confessions brings DnD characters to life through dark medieval folk music. Lyrics, concept, and artistic vision: Medieval Confessions. Music generation: Suno AI. Artwork: Leonardo AI.