I sing of the muse I sing of the muse My oar strikes the sea
I sing of the muse I sing of the muse My oar strikes the sea
Christ Christ can't save me Christ Christ ran from me
I'm facing the gods I'm facing the gods So let the myth begin
Christ Christ can't save me Christ Christ ran from me
I walked through the loneliest deserts for 40 days and 40 nights wondering if I'd find the family. In the pityless dunes of self doubt a choir of angels appeared at the four corners of my earth
Part II of Origin
Bring meaning to my life bring darkness into light Were from the dust of stars how much truth is there to life? Will the glories of Greece bring order to this life? I myself when young did ask the saints of life They said he wept for me a crown of shame for me Will the glories of Christ bring order to this life?
Come walk the edge with me
The glory of Greece destroyed by our fathers Most have Jerusalem Who needs Athens
The storm of my birth the haze here after Most have Jerusalem Who needs Athens
Come walk the edge with me The truth is 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
