I start the march blustering, and I lay my hand on the fire. Prophecies by wise men said that creeps will broach me.
With my grey suit (it means the Greek Orthodox suit of monks and priests) I am apprenticing and I worship the Holy God. I adulterate the truth and thus I proceed steady!
But I did not believe, I reversed everyone, I am the Greek that fights. They said I was lost, they blocked my way, I left on my own, however I survived, I lived through the fire.
Fire burns in my heart, but there is always the danger of blanking out.
From the honey of bitterness, which pours like heavy rain.
And I moved on, words of the rest I did not believe! I am the Greek that passes (everone and everything). They told me not to ask, excuses not to seek. I lived on my own, into fire!
But I did not believe, I reversed everyone, I am the Greek that fights. They said I was lost, they blocked my way, I left on my own, however I survived, I lived through the fire.
I do not stop, reasons to find, I am the Greek that fights! They told I was lost, they blocked my way, I was left alone, however I survived, I lived into the fire!!!