Intro

Caught in the afterlife, or in limbo... Who can tell
 Save me from the everlasting grief that they call hell
 Eight internal bleedings; Stigmata - 1 per sin
 I conmited all of them; My cleansing can begin

 "Blood preasure weak... Broken and torn
 A sinner who was cursed from the day he was born"

 Looking at the whitened ceiling through a cloud of
 blood
 In my search for the light, I travel back in time
 For my deadly sins to be uncovered as a holy crime

 "Cellular death... The soul has left his eye
 Nothing to do - nurse, please take him away to die"

 What if my mortal remains are all that proved I was
 here?
 What if I didn't leave a mark in people's sphere?
 What if my deadly sins were my way to make you see?
 To make all you non-believers believe in me...