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 (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 noeses of water (Christus, sanctus, me vocat) God's distillation of the flood