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 dismal
I tore at my and drank my crimson tears

When I up
Appearing in a of stars
The illustrious Gabriel shimmered
Like the in my eyes
mercy even to the damned

But Why?

He spoke of a
The of Golconda
From which my children could again
the light

Without word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

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

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

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

IV: zillah and the crone]

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 turn from me, she had no love to me
Nothing I'd could keep her satisfied
So I took to 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) I drank for many nights
And Zillah indeed my wife'

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

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