Estigmas
Anabantha
Stigmas
Quenching my thirst
with sips of bile
The thorns still
Still crown my forehead
I no longer hear that voice
Life has left me
the stigmas are healing
I will rise again
In this immense loneliness
Prophets are stoned
despite not knowing that in this immense darkness
I kneel and will die ...for you
Quenching my thirst
with sips of bile
The thorns still
Still crown my forehead
My skin has grown tired
the sky has grown tired
the storm brought along
tears for being unfaithful
In this immense loneliness
Prophets are stoned
despite not knowing that in this immense darkness
I kneel and will die ...for you
