Sanctus

Disgraced Rose:

Deeper into the Blue sky
Illusionary dreams are Whiter
Wings scatter To a thousand pieces

The Original Sin Is bloodier
The calling voice Farther
We fulfill ourselves For that coming day

O-la Sanctus, E-u Sanctus, (Are we more Holy, Are we more Holy,)
Où est la Lumière . . . Ah, c'est toi? (Where is the light . . . Is that you?)

The currents breezes Higher
Eternity more Sapphire
With our wandering Memories

The lake Darkens
The hymn sings out Pure
We waken and Open our eyes

Only You
Of so Far away,
It falls to the ground This rose
O-la Sanctus . . . (Are we more holy . . .)