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

[Part III: of Caine]

My wrathful cries of
that dismal night
I at my flesh and drank my crimson tears

When I up
in a myriad of stars
The illustrious archangel shimmered
Like the in my eyes
Bringing even to the damned

But Why?

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

Without another word, he
And I
I had at last

Then the bright-eyed
Taught me how to from the eyes
Of those who dare to us
How to obedience
And respect

Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater
I could alter forms, control all and perceive
Beyond

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

[Part IV: and the crone]

Of all my children, so beloved
My sweet Zillah, so desired
Her skin, her blood so saccharine
I was by her enchanting eyes

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

Crone: 'My spell can make win her heart
of my blood then we'll start'

Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I drank for nights
And Zillah became my wife'

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

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