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