In a crucifixation ecstasy,
Lying cross chequed in agony.
Stigmata bleed continuously,
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me.
Stigmata, oh, you sordid sight,
Stigmata in your splintered plight.
Look into your crimson orifice
In holy remembrance,
In scarlet bliss.
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Father, son, and holy ghost.
Stigmata Martyr