Stigmata

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