One has to seek heat in the frost
One has to fall when he should climb
One has to bear his heavy cross
Until he's fallen seven times

One has to face the loneliness
'Cause life's a crowded solitude
One has to tame the emptiness
And then to feel its plenitude

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Bettеr face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your еyes
Another season to rise

One has to see what isn't shown
One has to hear what isn't said
One has to get what can't be owned
And then to live when all is dead

Fustration is the guide of your actions
You fear this dimension of silence
You're bathing in the dust of illusions
Neglecting the roots of existence
Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

One has to seek heat in the frost
One has to fall when he should climb
One has to bear his heavy cross
Until he's fallen seven times

One has to face the loneliness
'Cause life's a crowded solitude
One has to tame the emptiness
And then to feel its plenitude

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise
Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise

Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines
In your eyes
Another season to rise