Aletheia lyrics

One yearning, one infancy,

Trembling softly from the edges to the core,

We emerge from a grave of churning seas,

Knowing nothing of the world that came before.

Aletheia

From birth, we are blinded.

It's real; it's raw.

The dream is to find it...

Aeries, aeidō, aeidō

Aphanēs o psūkhē, para ego

Eirene zēto,

Anemos antiphone

Ambrotos isoraphē

Life beckons the soul again,

From the mountains, From the rivers to the shore,

But I can’t release this memory

Of a phantom, of a wish - or something more?