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One into many, thus moulders thy shell

Relucent and pristine white salt

And so shalt be the colour of the key

To thy light-seeking soul’s inmost vault

The ghosts underlying

The wounds and the loss

Sanctified

An ordeal after thou died

Ablation - thy flesh will be the sign

Carried by the cold of the night

That what’s broken shall also reunite

In an invisible garden where the blackest fruits shall grow

As beyond so below

And next to thee salvation got shape

By a bloodstained and double-edged sword

Cut off the limbs and cut off the head

Until your strength will be restored

Thy shining gold

Yet buried so deep

He did hide

An ordeal after thou died

Ablatio membrorum - for I have rejected the carnal manifestation

Vita satura - therefore killing shalt be sacred

Ablatio membrorum - thus grow and bear innumerable fruit

Splendor solis - those words shall reverberate eternally

Ablatio membrorum - thou art the gate to epiphany

Vita satura - let all deafness become silent

Splendor solis