Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The of two faces in disgust invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive trying to escape the glass
Blood runs from open of false flesh
The one in the of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to further but chained still

To crumble into such
A despairing fate for lies
To pretend is the legacy
Privileged to the nails of heresy

Born lifeless into a world of
As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise
Missing insinuations of what life was to be

Angels and demons, a man's bewildering hosts

The charlatans and deceivers the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in for the crown
Profound impatience makes the struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, is confiteor
Phenomena of ironies, the litany aside
How intelligible, be the forgetful

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

the banner high, unrestrained
Slowly abandoning the surface in
Still in costumes to the ways of living
Witnessing the details of defilement,

Make sure to be pleased with the ways of death
For in days of reckoning and the twilight torn is ticking
Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the
You're destined to yield of hell in return

The and deceivers walk the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is

Angels and demons, a man's bewildering hosts

Leave unnoticed the perfect conscience
With the strength of the eye
of the token unchained and free
Recover from the philanthropic macabre
The pale grins, black at heart ready to flee
Demon to some, angel to