Текст: Aesma Daeva. The New Athens Ethos. The Origin Of The Muse.

I sing of the muse
My oar strikes the sea

Christ can't save me
Christ ran from me

I'm facing the gods
Now let the myth begin

Christ can't save me
Christ ran from me

I walked in the loneliest deserts
For forty days and forty nights
Wondering if I'd find my family
In the pitiless dunes of self-doubt
A choir of angels appeared
At the 4 corners of my earth

Bring meaning to my life
Bring darkness into light
We're from the dust of stars
How much truth is there to life?
Will the glory of Greece bring order to this life?
Come walk the edge with me

The glory of Greece destroyed by your father
Most have Jerusalem
Who needs Athens?

I myself when young
Did ask the saints of life
They said he wept for me
A crown of shame for me
Will the glory of Christ bring order to this life?
Come walk the edge with me

The glory of Greece destroyed by your father
Most have Jerusalem
Who needs Athens?

The storm of my birth, the haze hereafter
Lost in the forest I can't find light

The storm of my birth, the haze hereafter
Most have Jerusalem
Who needs Athens?

Come walk the edge with me
The truth, it lies in me
The force that forms and shapes
Brings order to this life
Now ask your saints of life
Now ask your saints of life!