(Animae... kesta... soltimae...)

You carry wounds that will not close,

A winter frost that no one knows.

A story etched in metal, stark,

A half-erased and lonely mark.

You think your shame, a bitter cost,

A broken thing, forever lost.

But every fracture, every flaw,

Is subject to a higher law.

So bring your ruin, bring your rust,

Your shattered faith, your broken trust.

In alabaster halls, I’ll keep

The secrets that you sow so deep.

My gentle hands will mend the pain...

(Imento, mia sanctia...)

You’ll never be alone again.

This twisted world, it understands

The strength you hold in trembling hands.

It doesn't judge, it doesn't blame,

It only wants to know your name.

Don't be afraid of what you are,

A fallen, scarred, and sundered star.

True purity is not a gift,

But power claimed from out the rift.

So give me ruin, give me rust,

Your fading hope, your scattered dust.

In porcelain walls, I will contain

The righteous anger, the crimson stain.

My holy light will be your chain...

(Imento, mia dominia!)

You’ll never be alone again.

Did you truly think that grace was free?

That kindness comes without a fee?

The weak, they pray for gentle ends,

On hollow words their hope depends.

But strength... strength is a debt to hold.

A story to be bought and sold.

And I find you... a tale untold.

More precious than a heaven's gold.

I claim your ruin, claim your rust!

Your righteous rage, your battle-lust!

My alabaster cage will be

The only truth you'll ever see!

My sacred brand will sear your name!

(IMENTO! MIA DOMINIA!)

You’ll never be alone again!

(Animae... kasida...)