Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The of two faces in disgust invisible but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive trying to escape the looking
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 such nothingness
A despairing for your lies
To is the lunatics legacy
Privileged to bolt the nails of

Born lifeless into a world of
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 walk the line in
The narrow slits the veins in search for the
Profound impatience makes the struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is
Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

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

Make sure to be pleased with the of your death
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is
Elysium is halfway and as an to the plea
destined to yield fragments of hell in return

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

and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts

Leave with the perfect conscience
With the of the spiritual eye
of the token unchained and free
Recover from the philanthropic frenzy
The pale grins, black at heart ready to flee
to some, angel to others