This cold morning is like a consecration
A procession of souls that will never end
The time of remembrance and disillusions
Shall dry the liquid pain running in my veins

Drain my blood and drown me in the sun,
forever cured and sanctified
Now reborn, we cross the Rubicon,
Eternity will blend our minds in one

I close my eyes and shiver in resurrection
Standing on this ground of awakening
I float into the light of revelation
Expire, and thus revive in the purest form

I watch the sky and prey for my deliverance
An endless whisper to find redemption
To breath the fire of all creation, divine, purified

Ad Aeternam... Gloria