Errata Stigmata
Oh well hey What did you learn today Of all the world and its pain Of Archons insane? Oh there's a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall To bring us sword and sire children that grow up too tall Oh there's a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go Down purgatory's highways they gun their souls Oh say you love Satan Yeah right What did you learn today Crossing your fingers Applauding the play? Cough up all sixes that you know all signs of horns that you can show Maybe you too are like unto the Beast unto the Fiend and Foe For certainly the hoof and horn must be wherever hair will grow To call upon the spirits foul to dance upon your goddamn soul Oh say you love Say you love Satan Yeah right
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 06, 2026
Oh my old friend How did we get so far so soon Chasing dragons in the white of the map In the blue of your veins Maybe we'd played Our little games In the dark of the world For a bit too long And lost our souls And with death's release The knowledge comes It was the life all along We'd been afraid of In carriage golden Drawn by horses blind I saw you leave this mortal life Oh my old friend We grew up boys with a shadow of a man And neither one of us was afraid to die Had a cyclops asked For had we not Buried a graveyard Of screamings ghosts With a bitter pride And called it life And all tomorrow's games Are just a memory Of all the things you dub too common In carriage golden Drawn by horses blind I saw you leave this mortal life Oh do not want too bad Or the price will be too dear And do not want too much Or you're not ready to let go of And do not judge For what do you know Of a life with nothing to gain And everything left to loose In carriage golden Drawn by horses blind I saw you leave this mortal life (For Christopher Krogius 1969-1998 - I.)
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026
Oh well hey What did you learn today Of all the world and its pain Of Archons insane? Oh there's a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall To bring us sword and sire children that grow up too tall Oh there's a hole down in the ground where all the dead men go Down purgatory's highways they gun their souls Oh say you love Satan Yeah right What did you learn today Crossing your fingers Applauding the play? Cough up all sixes that you know all signs of horns that you can show Maybe you too are like unto the Beast unto the Fiend and Foe For certainly the hoof and horn must be wherever hair will grow To call upon the spirits foul to dance upon your goddamn soul Oh say you love Say you love Satan Yeah right
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026