Luyện nghe bài hát The Apostasy Canticle

When our flames 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; our minds and forced us to drink his blood

I will show the 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 of wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified landscape
Chaos, anguish... an optimum affection in the clarity of certainty... so

[The voice of the souls:]
"Mighty lucifer - thou art the light that to darkness
AS much as I praise thee, I thee without praise...
As much as I love myself, I 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 legacy from
I fumble... live... I fall... die; in the crowds of god... and suffering
In between lurks the everlasting absence... for my euphoria
Thence I am sovran created, in heaven, myself... and I fell in fury

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

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

"Is this the region, the soil, the clime,
This the seat that we must for heav'n,
This mournful for that celestial light?
Be it so, hee who now is sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right...
Fardest from him is best reason hath equald
Force made supreme above his equals
happy fields where joy for ever dwells...
Hail horrours, hail 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 the coming war