Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

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

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

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

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

The charlatans and deceivers walk the in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind in stupidity
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 hosts

Holding the banner high,
abandoning the surface in contempt
Still in 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 is ticking
Elysium is halfway and as an to the plea
You're destined to fragments of hell in return

The charlatans and deceivers the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in for the crown
impatience makes the blind struggle 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 of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the token and free
Recover from the macabre frenzy
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to
to some, angel to others