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

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