Dimmu Borgir - Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy Lyrics
The apparition of two faces in disgustInvisible but yet so clearReflections seen by a fugitiveTrying to escape the looking glassBlood runs from open wounds of false fleshThe one in front of the mirror exceeds the imageEager to leave further but chained stillTo crumble into such nothingnessA despairing fate, for your liesTo pretend is the lunatic's legacyPrivileged to bolt the nails of heresyBorn lifeless into a world of comaAs the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lostMissing insinuations of what life was meant to beAngels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts[chorus:]The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudiceThe narrow slits the veins in search for the crownProfound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidityThe paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is ConfiteorPhenomena of ironies, cast the litany asideHow intelligible, blessed be the forgetfulHolding the banner high, unrestrainedSlowly abandoning the surface in contemptStill in costumes to please the ways of livingWitnessing the details of defilement, intoxicatingMake sure to be pleased with the ways of your deathFor in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is tickingElysium is halfway and as an answer to the pleaYou're destined to yield fragments of Hell in returnLeave unnoticed with the perfect conscienceWith the strength of the spiritual eyeSpirits of the token unchained and freeRecover from the philanthropic macabre frenzyThe pale dove grins, black at heart ready to fleeDemon to some, angel to others
