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
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