Luyện nghe bài hát The Apostasy Canticle

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

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

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

[The voice of the souls:]
"Mighty lucifer - art the light that leads to darkness
AS as I praise thee, I love 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 created, like in heaven, myself... and I fell in fury

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

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

"Is the region, this the soil, the clime,
This the seat that we must for heav'n,
This mournful gloom for that light?
Be it so, since hee who now is can dispose and bid what shall be right...
Fardest from him is best whom reason equald
Force 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 by place or time"

In this we shall be free
Here we shall the coming war