Luyện nghe bài hát The Apostasy Canticle

When our were lit by chaos...
We not the grip; the bondage of light
Then he waved his sceptre, and was formed
Too late we knew our was lost

He blinded us; polluted our minds and us to drink his blood

I will the world god's true face, I will let the thunder roar... forevermore
I've his world, but regained paradise in the fire of my soul...
(But) in the death of wind I sleep, as I this petrified landscape
Chaos, anguish... an affection in the clarity of certainty... so empty

[The voice of the souls:]
"Mighty - thou art the light that leads to darkness
AS much as I praise thee, I love without praise...
As much as I myself, I adore thee relentlessly
Thou art our true the wine of venus, the essence of our hope"

Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his from afar
I fumble... live... I fall... die; isolated in the crowds of god... and
In between lurks the everlasting absence... for my dark
Thence I am created, like in heaven, myself... and I fell in fury

The indolence of may drive out the soul of its sermon,
And memory shall be lost to the blood hopelessly pulsates

The of solitude may drive out the soul of its sermon,
and memory shall be lost to the blood hopelessly pulsates...
...in our excruciating

"Is the region, this the soil, the clime,
This the that we must change for heav'n,
This mournful for that celestial light?
Be it so, since hee who now is sovran can dispose and bid shall be right...
Fardest from him is best reason hath equald
hath made supreme above his equals
Farewel fields where joy for ever dwells...
Hail horrours, infernal world, and thou profoundest hell
thy new possessor...
One who brings a not to be chang'd by place or time"

In abyss we shall be free
Here we shall celebrate the war