Aeon - Vainglorious Confession lyrics

I have music in my hot and precious blood It rinses my veins from the dust of betrayal It flows into the deep and deeper than my Idea of anatomy will ever reach To the impulsiveness and blessed urge To the bottom of all the defects responsible For my savagery and my animosity For my vital catalyst that keeps me alive Oh mother you're like blood to me Your son doesn't believe in the evening prayer anymore That's what's left now of your care and smile Take a look at my hands – dirty chapped My sins lie before me Like a feathery carpet of the past I tread on it barefoot Not concealing my pleasure I summon the enlightened ones Let them cure My disablement!