Dark Funeral

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?