Luyện nghe bài hát Stigmata

They bear my mark
I can not be
This sent from god
To teach these poor souls to die

There a moment of stillness the attack
surrounds and invades me
I have had vision, men in blood
Stigmata - their hands and feet

A terrifying sight, but my heart is
The will of the Lord clear
In her panic stricken, eyes

don't cry, child, it can't be helped
I do because I must
You blood will cleanse the souls of
And body cleans me of my lust

quivering child
An image of the ghost
Inebriated with
She's bleeding to

You save yourself
Salvation through me
This is for own good
Now stop crying, bleed...

A Korda's
By the grace
abyssum invocat
Hell calls hells

us father, for we are sin
Though I strive to
As a blood soaked she is hung
Semen, god and

Screaming in the sea
Fathomless, so
crucifixion
Tainted by hands...

Stigmata, of god
Innocence
Paranoid, the drugged
Absolution

Stigmata, of god
Killing,
The final
Ot is in death we are saved