Luyện nghe bài hát Stigmata

They will my mark
I can not be
mission sent from god
To teach poor lost souls to die

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

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

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

quivering child
An of the holiest ghost
Inebriated with
bleeding to death

You cannot yourself
Salvation through me
This is for own good
Now crying, just bleed...

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

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

Screaming in the sea
Fathomless, so
Travestied
by impure hands...

Stigmata, of god
Innocence
Paranoid, the mind
Absolution

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