| I walked across a desert of strife and despair |
| Spent countless years afraid, choking on desperate prayers |
| I’m breathing doubt and depression |
| Exhaling aggression |
| I’m starving for salvation for a faithless world |
| God, hear these words |
| Guide me through this wasteland |
| Clear the dust from these eyes |
| Provide a path |
| Give me the strength to survive |
| Stigmata! |
| His scars are the proof |
| No matter what you say |
| His words are the truth |
| Stigmata! |
| Push these nails through |
| I sing for the Son |
| You’re nothing but traitors |
| You snakes will try to lock me up |
| Mock these words, and feed the lies of corrupt |
| I won’t deny my Father’s crown |
| So you can crucify me upside down |
| Crucify me upside down |
| I’ll die for my Father’s crown! |
| Stigmata! |
| His scars are the proof |
| No matter what you say, His words are the truth |
| Stigmata! |
| Push these nails through |
| I sing for the Son |
| You’re nothing but traitors |
| I lay my burdens at the tree |
| Only in death am I set free |
| I’ve been through hell! |
| I’ll face the storm as the clouds build and rain over my head |
| And the sands wash away into a sea of blood |
| Cleanse me |
| Cleanse me through tribulation |
| Kingdom come! |
| Kingdom come! |
| Thy will be done |