Stigma 歌词

This is how we judge a man: By his scars We lick the pus and we taste the flesh Dipe our iron fangs in half healed wounds The stench of blood tells us of his soul We hunt the ones touched by angels Regain our godhood with carnal ways We lick the pus and we taste the flesh To leave this plane and to ascend We have beheld the sign of the serpent Got it burned for good in our souls and flesh Only one single lamp do show us this way And we'll lit a hell of a torch from it Descent so deep into own hatred Wipe the floor with human morals Grasp the world by its throat And take what we fucking please