Petrichor, the odor of gods, Mighty scent, which overlord loads. When you come our lives begin again Torn by thunder, you born in blessed rain.
CHORUS
Strike me straight, I am dignified now To pronounce My Petrichoral vow. And I am sanctified now From the gods and everyone who’s gone I am an angel, I am voice, I am the god of my own choice.
II
Petrichor, the odor the gods, Take my life in the name of our lords. I am ready, the journey shall begin. I am now the Petrichor within.