Origin Of The Muse Songtext / Lyric

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!