Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in disgust invisible but yet so
Reflections seen by a trying to escape the looking glass
runs from open wounds of false flesh
The one in the of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave further but still

To crumble such nothingness
A despairing fate for your
To pretend is the legacy
Privileged to bolt the nails of

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

and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts

The and deceivers walk 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, cast the litany
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

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

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

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

Angels and demons, a man's bewildering hosts

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