Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two in disgust invisible but yet so clear
Reflections by a fugitive trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs from open wounds of false
The one in the front of the mirror exceeds the
Eager to leave further but chained

To into such nothingness
A fate for your lies
To is the lunatics legacy
Privileged to bolt the nails of

Born lifeless a world of coma
As the chronic sufferer trapped in lost
Missing insinuations of life was meant to be

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

The charlatans and deceivers walk the in prejudice
The narrow slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience the blind struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the prayer, diffidence is confiteor
of ironies, cast the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

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

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

The charlatans and deceivers walk the in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in
The of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

Leave unnoticed the perfect conscience
With the strength of the eye
Spirits of the token unchained and
Recover the philanthropic macabre frenzy
The pale dove grins, at heart ready to flee
to some, angel to others