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.