Luyện nghe bài hát Cast Into Fields Of Evil Pleasure

At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the plains
Deserted and it declares its place
By spewing it's magma blood from its veins and covering the island
In a black, haze

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

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

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

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

And here (Here you are) on the outstretching (On Elysium 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 angels are told
Not to nor to look nor to set foot
the truth of Armageddon will unfold

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

wait and wail in ghastly pain
While deep inside, insane.
Inflict a wound you in vain
As blood pours black from pierced
They crush and cut, the dark stone
A ribcage opens, a that frames
A soul and struggling sane
the burning rain ...

...cast into the fields of pleasure.

Discovering the abyss' hidden treasure
Bending borders of emotional
Cast far into the of evil pleasure...

It's been there, and forever it will
Stay by the tooth of time
with majestic intimidation
Bat-winged surrounding its peak,
High above they all fly
Forever screaming in celebration

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

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[If you can imagine a spot in between worlds where one side describes 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 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 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, Where 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 poked in your guts, you can still see Heaven shining north of where you lie strapped down. Quite depressing, huh?]
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