Luyện nghe bài hát The Apostasy Canticle

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

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

I will show the world god's true face, I will let the thunder roar...
I've deceived his world, but paradise in the fire 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 thee, I love thee without praise...
As as I love 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 legacy 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 sovran created, 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 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 the region, this the soil, the clime,
the seat that we must change for heav'n,
This mournful gloom for that celestial
Be it so, since hee who now is sovran can and bid what shall be right...
from him is best whom reason hath equald
Force hath made supreme above his
Farewel fields where joy for ever dwells...
Hail horrours, hail infernal world, and thou profoundest
thy new possessor...
One who brings a not to be chang'd by place or time"

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