Testo di Stigmata

To cleanse this mess we're in Conquest was imminent Seeding our tree of life I exhale the afterlight Drive the nails as hard as you can I now see my vision through the holes in my hands Calloused through the thick of it all My solace is seeing this world finally fall It's in the palm of my hands I gaze upon this world My trophy, my vision in physical form Lately I've failed you Absolve all my defects I sold my soul to you To feed my visions growth I am yours forever Cleansed all sin I'm now whole again I'm free from them Shelter the cold we're in I am the afterlight In the wake of the darkest night I am the afterlight Through the holes in my hands you'll see no light Lately I've failed you Absolve all my defects I sold my soul to you To feed my visions growth I am yours forever I am fire I am the Sun I am fire I am The Cold Sun