At creation's birth When we walked as one Your beauty shone Like the morning Sun We were face to face But you turned away To become a god Bathed in foolish pride You scream in chains Writhe in filthy shame As creation weeps To be free again
Sangreal, cup of light Sangreal, purge my soul Sangreal, wash me pure Sangreal, take this hate
While heaven weeps You curse the light You're burning with With your cold dark hate At the cross I bled Bled with burning love I give my flesh To feed your soul Come away with me My mourning child I will heal your wounds And dry your tears
Sangreal, cup of light Sangreal, purge my soul Sangreal, wash me pure Sangreal, take this hate
