Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Save Me... It's happening again I started to bleed From my hands and feet In an odour so sweet Painful holy wounds of four The blood-loss increase Terrified I see they open wide Oh, don't give me number...Five... The pain become extreme The more I will bleed Whipped by a force unseen And pushed down on my knees Something holds me down I can't get away If this is a gift from god I give my soul to - hell Lord, why have you abandoned me? Why, don't you hear my cries? Why, do I have to feel this pain? Please, don't you just, let me die? Stigmata! Stigmata! The pain become extreme The more I will bleed Whipped by a force unseen And pushed down on my knees Something holds me down I can't get away If this is a gift from god I give my soul to - hell Lord, why have you abandoned...me? Why, don't you hear my cries? Why, do I have to feel this pain? Please, don't you just, let me die? Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata
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