Burning skies over Thyrrenian Sea d**h rains obsidian ashes Dyeing the quarters of Rome In a sanguine light Incense playing with pestitentia In the ancient gear of time Hides a holy parasite Conjuring seraphic wheelworks Paint a reflection in my iris And let me hear the sound of blood Who are you sweet miracidium Get off possessed premonition Excise the thing Like a nail out of my wound Unsaintly inoculation
I'm a jigsaw fallen down Missing parts were never found We're drowning in holy water There's a reflection in my iris Christus - Sanctus - Me vocat That helps me to hear the sound of blood Scriptum - Divinum - Illuminat Tears are the noeses of water A God's distillation of the flood Now I can see the sun arising And I can feel the sound of blood Tears are the noeses of water God's distillation of the flood