标题:Hybrid Stigmata-The Apostasy
副标题:Great song
艺人:Dimmu Borgir
专辑:Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia
作词:Mustis, Shgrath, Silenoz
作曲:joelsmades6@yahoo.com
制谱人:Hybrid Stigmata-The Apostasy
指示:Play Good haha
1.The main opening Riff is real heavy(Forte Fotisimmo) 2.The tempo and time signature changes throughout 3.The Synth is played in open A 4.Alot of the Riffs are (Forte Fotisimmo) it is kinda dimmu borgir's trademark imperialistic sound if you get what I mean by that. 5.For parts that are really heavy in synth play guitar Lighter like (Mezzo Forte) 6. There are many tempos in the this song like 100,120,140,150,160 im sure thats all of them. 7.The Drums Are not that good but it gets the basic impression of the drumming in this song 8.Email me your comments...
节拍:♩ = 120
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 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 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
