Stigmata - 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 â€" 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