From the void, the Spirit calls, to the heart's inner chamber, In the echo of ancient halls, we find the holy ember. The Spirit calls, to the heart's inner chamber, In the echo of ancient halls, we find the holy ember. The breath of God ignites, like a lion’s roar, A flame that brightly lights, the path we so adore. Veni, Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita. Come, Creator Spirit, Visit the minds of Your people. Echoes of the sacred call, in harmony and wrath, Life's pulse in the overture's thrall, on this spiritual path. Harmonized with fervent lines, prayers entwined in sound, In the resonance, our faith aligns, in the depths profound. Veni, Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita, Imple superna gratia, Quae tu creasti pectora. In the solace of the riff, the Creator's presence felt, A gift that offers lift, before the altar knelt. The Spirit's guidance sure, through every pounding beat, A sound both pure and cure, in worship's retreat. Qui diceris Paraclitus, Altissimi donum Dei, Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, Et spiritalis unctio. Come, Creator Spirit, Grant to Your faithful, trusting in You, the sevenfold sacred gift. Veni, Creator Spiritus, Da tuis fidelibus, in te confidentibus, sacrum septenarium. Come, Creator Spirit, Grant to Your faithful, trusting in You, the sevenfold sacred gift. You, with your sevenfold gifts, Finger of the Father's right hand, You, the Father's promised one, Enriching our throats with speech.