Divine, flow by my prayer
The painful crown
Returns to bleed
Lambs engorged
Tear of the holy
Witbess cry of
A kingdom abandoned
Flow divine, along the flesh tortured
Flow divine, from stigmas eternal
The son shall bleed
And feel the flesh of the earth
The son shall bleed eternally
As a monument for the idol sanguis
Reveal now to our eyes, through blood
In our hearts and entrails
Ghost of the world
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