Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus  Te deprecamur magum redemptorum  Benediction benediction  Breathing from the wrath of the cup of God    Curse unto thee, thou flesh of these hands  For hast thou not hid me from salvation?  Curse and thorns... the deserved reward  For thou has fructified the whore of doubt    Therefore hell hath enlarged herself  And opened her mouth  Without measure  And their glory, and their multitude  And the pomp, and he that rejoiceth  Shall descend into it    De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine  At last I have learned the love of thy ways  The salt and the needles and the nails of my eyes  Come now Lord! Make me whole    Hooks of light, hooks of sight  The path to redemption craves for pain again  Curse and thorns... the deserved reward  Fire of flesh, fire of skin... purification!