Luyện nghe bài hát The Apostasy Canticle

When our were lit by chaos...
We not the grip; the bondage of light
he waved his sceptre, and cosmos was formed
Too late we our freedom 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 deceived his world, but regained paradise in the of my soul...
(But) in the death of wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified
Chaos, anguish... an affection in the clarity of certainty... so empty

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

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

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

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

"Is this the region, the soil, the clime,
This the seat we must change for heav'n,
This gloom 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 whom hath equald
hath made supreme above his equals
Farewel happy fields where joy for dwells...
Hail horrours, hail infernal world, and thou hell
thy new possessor...
One who brings a mind not to be chang'd by or time"

In this abyss we be free
we shall celebrate the coming war