Aesma Dæva - The Bluish Shade

When you whispered your secret, floating afar on a winters 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 lifes 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.