Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive trying to escape the glass
Blood runs open wounds of false flesh
The one in the of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave but chained still

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

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

Angels and demons, a man's bewildering hosts

The charlatans and deceivers the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind in stupidity
The of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor
of ironies, cast the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

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

sure to be pleased with the ways of your 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 of hell in return

The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in
The slits the veins in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is

Angels and demons, a march 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 pale dove grins, black at heart ready to
to some, angel to others