Žodžiai dainai: Aesma Daeva. Dawn Of The New Athens. Ancient Verses.

Once there was myth and mystery
Now we destroy our ancient verse, our history
The eyes of my comrades watching, they haunt me

Dream a sinking ship in waters green
Death down to fate
My sacrifice, sorrow fathoms deep
The vision of a golden country, it haunts me

Dome of fragile glass: hunger to thieve
Children shelter in paper arms, stolen refugees
The torture to confess not to betray, Love Ministry

Cold-hearted secrets lie mute in ice, no tongue to speak
What's always been and always it shall be lost to lies
These icy tongues of wordless thoughts
They've never been and never they shall be