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)