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.

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.