Salve magister,
You took on my features
Feel the burning sun.
Hold well your beating drum.
Blessed flesh that let
You bleed holy rivers to the cleansing sea.
God the spirit steer my ship,
Strengthen my sail so it won’t rip.
Tie our hands, scar these knees,
Cause we don’t wanna go against your breeze,
Fly me to the cleansing sea.
Well i know your sendin’ wind.
I just gotta bend
My body will bend like a bow
And that arrow will fly.
My body will die.
God be! goodbye