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!