Lyrics Stigma - Odes of Ecstasy

Stigma

His disease, their horror
The eternal prejudice
Towards the unknown
Transformed his life
Into a nightmare
So capable of drinking
The wine of monotony
And demanding an Honorable death next to His generation
All they offered him
Was the drink of slander
His personal stigma
The cry was fake
But so frightening
His spirit wasn’t there
When the steel entered his body
They will continue to Desecrate his grave until
Dust is the only remain
But he isn’t there, he is nowhere
The martyr had stopped before
It (really started)