Luyện nghe bài hát Cast Into Fields Of Evil Pleasure

At the brink of Hell an island swims in of fire by the darkened plains
Deserted and dead it declares its
By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and the island
In a black, poisonous

This was the first spot where the angel set his foot
And and declared this view as his home
He came from the north, and was he not
But joined by the followers from the he had roamed

he set his haven. Here where angels die
Here he baptise the in fire. On the Devil's own Sinai.

"Sinai roars as your frail bones viciously torn, mutilated and
scorched.
Bleeding lava like blood, 'neath your skin as it withers and
burns"

Still the damned here to hail
Amidst burning beneath black skies
Hellhounds bark at the pale view...
This is the common for all alike
Where the red, melted fl ow a scorching river
the day in north, and in south... the night.

And here (Here you are) on the outstretching fields (On grounds)
Far away (Far from life). God (God) is out of reach

Here they gather to spit and curse and
From the south of heaven where are told
Not to approach nor to look nor to set
Where the truth of will unfold

Here sacrifice the captured saints .
Here is where the torture
Here is where you abandon faith.
On the own Sinai...

They wait and wail in pain
While digging inside, insane.
Inflict a wound you in vain
As blood pours black from veins
They crush and cut, the stone stained
A opens, a hole that frames
A soul unstained and struggling
Beneath the burning ...

...cast into the of evil pleasure.

Discovering the abyss' deepest treasure
Bending borders of measure
far into the fields of evil pleasure...

It's always there, and forever it will
Stay untouched by the tooth of
Standing with intimidation
Bat-winged creatures its peak,
High above Hell all fly
Forever screaming in celebration

And (Here you are) on the outstretching fields (On Elysium grounds)
Cast into the fields (Cast the fields) of evil pleasure
(Forever) awaiting only to (die)

[Cast into fields of evil - Comments]

[If you can imagine a spot in between worlds where one side the positive (yin, summer, daytime) and the other describes the opposite. We take the basic elements: Heaven and Hell. Then you imagine that the hordes of Hell have conquered this spot, and that from here they can see Heaven again, but don't really dare to go any further. This was the borderline, and now they are standing closer than ever, maybe to break loose on Heaven's green fields, maybe ready to stay on stand-by forever.]

[I think the idea of the song was just to make the borderland, but then I tended to fill it up with all kinds of nasty figures. ("Here they sacrifice the captured saints, here is where the torture awaits, here is where you abandon faith: The Devil's own Sinai"). I liked the idea of the Devil's Own Sinai, and if I was the Devil and wanted to poke God in the ribs by making my own Sinai, where would I build it but the brink of Heaven, just to say: "Yeah? Well look what I've got!". But I think my favourite line in this song must be " This is the common abyss for all alike, red melted stone flow a scorching river, Into the day in north, and in south; the night." I kind of like that image.]

[And here, while being poked in your guts, you can see Heaven shining north of where you lie strapped down. Quite depressing, huh?]
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