Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

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

To crumble into nothingness
A despairing fate for your
To pretend is the lunatics
to bolt the nails of heresy

Born lifeless into a of coma
As the chronic trapped in paradise lost
insinuations of what life was meant to be

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

The and deceivers walk the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in search for the
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in
The paradox of the prayer, diffidence is confiteor
Phenomena of ironies, the litany aside
How intelligible, be the forgetful

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

Holding the high, unrestrained
abandoning the surface in contempt
Still in to please the ways of living
Witnessing the of defilement, intoxicating

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

The charlatans and walk the line in prejudice
The narrow the veins in search for the crown
impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

unnoticed with the perfect conscience
With the of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the unchained and free
from the philanthropic macabre frenzy
The dove grins, black at heart ready to flee
to some, angel to others