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

[Part III: of Caine]

My wrathful of anguish
Filled that night
I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson

When I up
Appearing in a of stars
The illustrious archangel Gabriel
the moon in my eyes
Bringing mercy to the damned

But Why?

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

another word, he disappeared
And I
I had at last

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

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

Eventually I had to abandon
And flee from the barren of Nod
Set out to procreate my
Caine's children shall inherit the

[Part IV: zillah and the

Of all my children, none so
My sweet Zillah, none so
Her tender skin, her blood so
I was mesmerized by her eyes

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

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

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

Crone: 'The elixir bound thee
My serving thou always be'

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