[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Aletheia
From birth, we are blinded
It's real; it's raw
The dream is to find it...

[Bridge]
Aeries, aeidō, aeidō
Aphanē o psūkhē, para ego
Eirene zēto
Anemos antiphone
Ambrotos isoraphē

[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
Aletheia
From birth, we are blinded
It's real; it's raw
The dream is to find it...

Aletheia
From birth, we are blinded
It's real; it's raw
The dream is to find it...