Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy Lyrics - Dimmu Borgir

The apparition of two faces in disgust 

Invisible but yet so clear 

Reflections seen by a fugitive 

Trying to escape the looking glass 

Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh 

The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image 

Eager to leave further but chained still 

To crumble into such nothingness 

A despairing fate, for your lies 

To pretend is the lunatics legacy 

Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy 

Born lifeless into a world of coma 

As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost 

Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be 

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Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts 

The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice 

The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown 

Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity 

The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor 

Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside 

How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful 

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts 

Holding the banner high, unrestrained 

Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt 

Still in costumes to please the ways of living 

Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating 

Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death 

For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking 

Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea 

You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return 

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The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice 

The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown 

Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity 

The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor 

Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts 

Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience 

With the strength of the spiritual eye 

Spirits of the token unchained and free 

Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy 

The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee 

Demon to some, angel to others