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

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