Lyrics to Old Stigma

Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind

Fog rising from the graves, frost rising from inside

Under the banner of wolf – the sign of devil

Stigmatized as elder evil



Marching on and on

Upwards the devilhorns



Holding the power to create but the will to destroy

More than a lifestyle – more than going out in uniform

Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition

Faustian eyes gazing thee – speaking of wisdom



We are the substance

There are the accuser

Every single word is a lie



Hook'em all!