In The Garden Of the Wounded King

Thus redemption bloomed in a five petal rose
When he arose
From a silent tomb, as our world fell asleep
In a dream deep.

Spill five crimson streams along the fields
Until thou will break the last of thy seals.

Humanity kneels!

Thorns like laurel
Blood as a sovereign's cloak
Untrembling oak
Great and patient will be thine ire upon them!
Jerusalem...

Spill five crimson streams along the fields
Until thou will break the last of thy seals.

King of the cosmos, our star of the north
Lion eternal, thou art light coming forth!
Son of the Divine and Divine thyself
One with the Spirit, witness heaven sent.

Spina, clavi, lancea, mite corpus perforarunt
Unda manat et cruor; Terra
Pontus, astra, mundus quo lavantur flumine.

Spill five crimson streams along the fields
Until thou will break the last of thy seals.

Humanity kneels!

Thus redemption bloomed in a five petal rose
When he arose
From a silent tomb, as our world fell asleep
In a dream deep.

In the garden of the wounded king.