Sound of Blood

Burning skies over Thyrrenian Sea
Death 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 (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 noeses of water (Christus, sanctus, me vocat)
God's distillation of the flood