Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in disgust but yet so clear
Reflections seen by a fugitive trying to escape the looking
Blood from open wounds of false flesh
The one in the of the mirror exceeds the image
Eager to leave further but chained

To crumble into such
A despairing fate for your
To is the lunatics legacy
Privileged to the nails of heresy

Born lifeless a world of coma
As the chronic trapped in paradise lost
Missing of what life was meant to be

and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts

The charlatans and deceivers the line in prejudice
The slits the veins in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the blind in stupidity
The of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor
of ironies, cast the litany aside
How intelligible, blessed be the

Angels and demons, a march bewildering hosts

Holding the high, unrestrained
Slowly the surface in contempt
Still in costumes to please the ways of
Witnessing the of defilement, intoxicating

Make to be pleased with the ways of your death
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight is ticking
is halfway and as an answer to the plea
You're destined to fragments of hell in return

The charlatans and deceivers the line in prejudice
The narrow slits the in search for the crown
Profound impatience makes the struggle in stupidity
The paradox of the daily prayer, is confiteor

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering

Leave unnoticed with the perfect
the strength of the spiritual eye
Spirits of the unchained and free
from the philanthropic macabre frenzy
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to
to some, angel to others