Teksty: Halford. Crucible.

The cause of my affliction
Can never be resolved
A case for self infliction
Whose sin can't be dissolved

Lost in a room of mirrors
There's only one way out
But suicide is easy
When all you have is doubt

Idolize the demigods
The weapon of stigmata
Drowning in the grail of blood
The weapon of stigmata

Each day becomes fragmented
It's harder to connect
My world seems so demented
I see nothing to respect

But strength is born from weakness
And this is where I fall
I step up to the enemy
Then rise from where I crawl

Idolize the demigods
The weapon of stigmata
Drowning in the grail of blood
The weapon of stigmata
The weapon of stigmata

Behind my back, in my face
Walking, stalking in my space
Think I'm closed up but I know
I mark all, watch where you go
Bide my time, make you stop
Watch your mouth, until you drop
Make me sick, I can wait
When you stumble, seal your fate
Empty threats, fucked up lies
Take you down with alibis
Useless strength, wastes on me
Crush you down, dead enemy

Idolize the demigods
The weapon of stigmata
Drowning in the grail of blood
The weapon of stigmata
Penance from a rancid icon
Virgin weeping plasma
Idolize the demigods
The weapon of stigmata
The weapon of stigmata
The weapon of stigmata

Crucible
Crucible
Crucible
Crucible