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