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