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

[Part III: Disciplines of

My wrathful of anguish
Filled dismal night
I tore at my flesh and my crimson tears

I glanced up
Appearing in a of stars
The illustrious archangel shimmered
Like the in my eyes
Bringing mercy even to the

But why?

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

another word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

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

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

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

[Part IV: and the crone]

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

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

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

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

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

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