Scent Of Divine Blood

With a cold caress, the apparitions warn
The ghost of Gethsemane, condensation of pain
The Blossom of Heaven, crushed soon to be
An effigy to empires, fulfilled prophesy

How gorgeous the scent of blood Divine
The fragrance of salvation, borne of pain, now mine
Awash is the epitaph of humanity
Rose of Sha'aron crushed, the price to be free

How I love thy blood

Vermillion falls now, cascade my soul
The Master's torture, the embracing hold
From a hilltop, Agony's redemption is borne
The deified pain, diadem of thorns

As the nails drive deeper into the artist's hand
A pallet of crimson, washes the land
In violence the Empire, performs a miracle
It is beautiful now, salvation is born

How I love thy blood, which intercedes for me
The most beautiful death that has ever been
How I love thy blood, which intercedes for me
Most beautiful death that did set me free