Benediction - Stigmata Lyrics
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Stigmata
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What Are The Lyrics For Stigmata By Benediction?
They will bear my mark
I can not be stopped This mission sent from god To teach these poor lost souls to die There a moment of stillness before the attack Silence surrounds and invades me I have had vision, men covered in blood Stigmata their hands and feet bleed A terrifying sight, but my heart is galvanized The will of the Lord becomes clear In her panic stricken, pleading eyes Please don't cry, child, it can't be helped I do this because I must You blood will cleanse the souls of mankind And your body cleans me of my lust This quivering child An image of the holiest ghost Inebriated with pain She's bleeding to death You cannot save yourself Salvation comes through me This is for your own good Now stop crying, just bleed A Korda's Benediction By the Father's grace Abyssus abyssum invocat Hell calls hells disgrace Forgive us father, for we are sin Though I strive to repent As a blood soaked angel she is hung Semen, god and skin Screaming in the bloodied sea Fathomless, so deep Travestied crucifixion Tainted by impure hands Stigmata, mark of god Innocence corrupted Paranoid, the drugged mind Absolution inflicted Stigmata, mark of god Killing, salvation The final sacrament Ot is only in death we are saved |
Who Wrote Stigmata By Benediction?
Darren Brookes
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What's The Duration Of The Stigmata By Benediction?The duration of Stigmata is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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