Spiritus Rector

Can you feel the salt...
Can you see the lead...
Turn to dust for what we've eternally bled

Decay, my son
My daughter
My flower
My utmost beautiful love
Let me lay you to rest
Let me give you to death
Your remains shall be cremated
Your remains shall be transmuted
To fire and to air,
To water and to earth.

Catharsis you shall achieve.
Putrefaction you shall overcome.

Fire was never meant to cleanse
It was meant to blacken, to cremate
And so everything shall pass away, transcend into its ashen forms
Led by the Spiritus Rector, to drift there whence it came from
Ascend, salt to sand...
Ascend, lead to gold...
Ascend, gold to rust...
Turn to dust all that we've known, all that we've been
Turn to dust all that has been
Take away all my sin, take care of my kin.
I'll give the world their heir
He'll inherit the guilt, he'll inherit the will
I'll give you a heir
Take away and take care.

Decay, my beloved
It is time for you to leave
My son...
My daughter...
My lost...
My love...
To fire. To water. To air. To earth.
Fire you shall see, water you shall breathe, air you shall keep, earth you shall be.