Loading Stigmata   Burning my flesh the sins of yesterday are showing, Obsessed with time, the present's silky mantle breaks, Malice erupts, smoke screams through the darkness, See now the silence of mankind's great expectations.
Thunder and lightning conjures back dark figures, The sun is covered, tombs of everlasting hatred evoke, Panic and ignorance, Satan's favorite pets in man, To shatter hearts, to ensure his victory over the divine, Yells are heard seeding fear and turning light in stone, Inside I watch the enfoldment, eyes glued with tears, Sink through the pain, hoping survival is winning.
  Cutting the courage, night appears at my doorstep, Entering calmly, my house seems to it so appealing, It whispers my name, watching amused at my blood, Pulls down a contract saying you just need to sign.
The weather is perfect your anger is feed with resentment, My master is waiting; invoke thy scaring lost soul, Erase the faith, crawl down to salvations wishbone, Enter your name through blood and sweet and come, Don't be God's raging fool, sign and surely become, A master between jesters and slay down the humans.
   My frigid soul is crying wanting clearly to escape.
Taking the steamy papers in my hands I write; As long as God watches over my head with care, Whether life casts its ugly harbors in my house, I'll never sign a death sentence, and can you feel? Look outside; a light is surely coming.
Run now shadow, Your master is calling, alas, your punishment waits, I'll pray each day to clear my agonizing vengeance, For God, my father looks down upon my beating heart, And sees that pink, that shining of my radiant hope, Now it's raining, I know he cries of joyful delight, For my love prevailed compassion is now my guardian.