At creation's birth
When we walked as one,
Your beauty shone
Like the morning sun.
We were face to face,
But you turned away
To become a god,
Bathed in foolish pride.
You scream in chains,
Writhe in filthy shame,
As creation weeps
To be free again.

[Chorus]

Sangreal - cup of light,
Sangreal - purge my soul.
Sangreal - wash me pure,
Sangreal - take this hate.

While heaven weeps,
You curse the light;
You're burning with,
With your cold dark hate.
At the cross I bled,
Bled with burning love;
I give my flesh
To feed your soul.
Come away with me,
My mourning child;
I will heal your wounds
And dry your tears.

[Chorus]

Father, I'm coming home;
Father, I'm coming home...