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

[Part III: of Caine]

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

When I up
Appearing in a myriad of
The illustrious archangel shimmered
the moon in my eyes
Bringing mercy even to the

But Why?

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

another word, he disappeared
And I
I had at last

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

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

Eventually I had to abandon
And flee from the barren 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 Zillah, none so desired
Her tender skin, her blood so
I was mesmerized by her enchanting

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

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

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

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

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