Aesma Daeva - The Origin of the Muse lyrics

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!