Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in invisible but yet so clear
Reflections by a fugitive trying to escape the looking glass
Blood runs from open wounds of false
The one in the front of the mirror exceeds the
Eager to further but chained still

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

Born lifeless a world of coma
As the chronic sufferer trapped in lost
Missing of what life was meant to be

Angels and demons, a march man's hosts

The charlatans and deceivers walk the in prejudice
The slits the veins in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, is confiteor
of ironies, cast the litany aside
How intelligible, be the forgetful

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

Holding the high, unrestrained
Slowly the surface in contempt
Still in costumes to the ways 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 is ticking
Elysium is halfway and as an to the plea
You're destined to yield of hell in return

The charlatans and walk the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the veins in for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in
The paradox of the prayer, diffidence is confiteor

and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts

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