Texty: Aesma Daeva. Dawn Of The New Athens. The Bluish Shade.

When you whispered your secret
Floating afar on a winter's fog
You lashed your saint
So I sing my silent vow

Nothing in this world lives on, my friend
Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow

I need answers for my passion
I need answers to life's questions

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

The witching hour of this dream
Your eyes red from the salt of the sea
And the sucking voyage of the ache that came from me

Nothing in this world lives on, my friend
Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow

I need answers for my passion
I need answers to life's questions

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

In the bluish shade of the garden I contemplate
In the bluish shade of the grove I grow to hate
In the bluish shade I find the path of paths

The consequence of this love
The consequence of my first love

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

My new chant begins
No longer scared of my life