Luyện nghe bài hát The Cainian Chronicle Part III & IV: Disciplines of Caine / Zillah and the Crone

[Part Disciplines of Caine]

My cries of anguish
Filled that dismal
I tore at my and drank my crimson tears

I glanced up
Appearing in a myriad of
The archangel Gabriel shimmered
Like the moon in my
Bringing even to the damned

But Why?

He spoke of a
The of Golconda
From which my could once again
Inhabit the

Without word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

Then the demoness
Taught me how to hide from the
Of those who dare to us
How to command
And respect

Soon I myself attaining (yet) greater powers
I alter forms, control all beasts and perceive
sight

Eventually I had to Lilith
And flee the barren lands of Nod
Set out to my progeny
Caine's children shall the night

[Part IV: and the crone]

Of all my children, none so
My sweet Zillah, so desired
Her skin, her blood so saccharine
I was by her enchanting eyes

But she would turn me, she had no love to me
Nothing I'd provide could her satisfied
So I took to the wilderness alone
Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled I did see

'My spell can make thee win her heart
Drink of my then we'll start'

'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights
And Zillah indeed became my

Crone: 'The elixir hast thee
My serving thrall thou be'

'But after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart, I her to the dawn'