Witness the lashes on my back, irreverent you stare

Contemplate the crown of thorns as my side pulses with pain

My wrists and feet, touch them, make them bleed

Even with open eyes your heart doesn't see

The stigmatic I am

The marks of God I wear

I will relieve you of your pain

Call My Name!

I lie down with my rosary clenched in weary hands

Come see the illuminated and inhale the scent of saints

Will your heart aglow with fire and bloom like crimson flower

Will you let your sorrow be your soul devourer

The stigmatic I am

The marks of God I wear

I will relieve you of your pain

Call My Name!

There's no regret for yesterday

There's no lament for tomorrow

As I sleep untouched in death

Will you ever dare to follow?

The stigmatic I am

The marks of God I wear

I will relieve you of your pain

Call My Name!