Your sword drawn Glorious and humble There will be blood There will be love From rotten bodies New life will grow Our knowledge dissolved And fixed into one and holy goal A new cornerstone The white light is born now There will be blood
We sorely bare The weight of our soul The one we avoided Was endlessly close The mirror broke At our selves exposed Our Wholeness resoldered The higher and lower halves Torn asunder no more There is no love That shed any blood
The union of irreconcilables Life and death arose In the purest form A light clothed by a watery body This fire does not burn And salt is no longer bitter All is only as one There will be blood There will be love