Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

Heart in passed to the clasp of pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood in
Burning, like penal roused to strain
The skyline braced with crosses

The dawn
Lay lost to mist
thorns
Made bed with toppled stones

He his eyes
Sunken to dream there of crow-black
And a great empty throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs that his visions

He licked the spittle from the of the wry
And drifted to when his stung its target
The sneer of on a glorious high
Of angel and virtue by his side

Better to reign in

in the past
That downfall seemed like
Though blurred moons
As enemies in high laughed

Moved to mirrors cracked heavy lines
He rose blind, through shifting sands of time
Erased the trace and of bitter wines
The grapes of wrath grew fat on the

She to him
A little whip of
on velvet skins
That lines her wishbone

Her name was sin, a warming of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues that whispered sweet
For the shame of crawl from grace
Cold and hollow as the

And for a rape and scourge
Spared for souls shared God's worship
For now their throats notes with dirge
That poured from parapets to the pits

Better to in hell

Drowning in the
A wretched like yesterday
Died at with the rising of the revenant dark
All claws and blunt discharge

I bow no more to the dogs of the Lord
at my carcass heart
I fall to my knees only at the keyholes
Of slipping into bondage masks
Freewill made me to reign in hell

And new wings unfurled and spoken
He took to things that would the world
The seduction of both and man
For a bastard master

Better to reign in

Drowning out the
fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the
That staggered from the