Paroles de Stigmata

Tears of blood, drop from the eyes, A virgin born, a life of lies, A false messiah, false prophecy Rises from sins and blasphemy Messenger of faith - a lie between believers, Impaled on cross - flesh to feed the crows, Cult of the dead - unholy priests Show us the marks - Stigmata!!! Red blood from his hands, Slowly drops, like a cold river Cold river of vein, wounded soul, Breathing the poisoned air. Impaled on cross - foolish son, Pathetically - begging for mercy, His pure flesh - ragged by frosty winds, Sky is getting darker, Soon death comes.