Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in disgust but yet so clear
Reflections by a fugitive trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs open wounds of false flesh
The one in the front of the exceeds the image
to leave further but chained still

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

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

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in
The narrow slits the veins in search for the
Profound impatience the blind struggle in stupidity
The of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor
Phenomena of ironies, the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

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

sure to be pleased with the ways of your death
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is
Elysium is and as an answer to the plea
You're destined to fragments of hell in return

The charlatans and deceivers walk the in prejudice
The narrow slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind in stupidity
The paradox of the prayer, diffidence is confiteor

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

Leave with the perfect conscience
the strength of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the token unchained and
Recover from the philanthropic macabre
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to
to some, angel to others