Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The of two faces in disgust invisible but yet so clear
Reflections 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 further but chained still

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

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

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

The and deceivers walk the line in prejudice
The slits the veins in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is
Phenomena of ironies, the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

the banner high, unrestrained
Slowly abandoning the surface in
in costumes 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
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 slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience the blind struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

Leave unnoticed the perfect conscience
the strength of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the token unchained and
Recover from the macabre frenzy
The pale dove grins, black at ready to flee
Demon to some, angel to