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Burning skies over Tyrrhenian Sea

Death rains obsidian ashes

Dyeing the quarters of Rome in a sanguine light

Incense playing with pestilentia

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 noises of water

(Christus - Sanctus - Me vocat)

A God's distillation of the flood

(Scriptum - Divinum - Illuminat)

Now I can see the sun arising

(Christus - Sanctus - Me vocat)

And I can feel the sound of blood

(Scriptum - Divinum - Illuminat)

Tears are the noises of water

(Christus - Sanctus - Me vocat)

God's distillation of the flood

(Scriptum - Divinum - Illuminat)