Stigmata - Loathe

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