Aesma Daeva

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