Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

in hand passed to the clasp of pain
In a lowland that set bad blood in veins
Burning, like fires roused to strain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced with

The golden
Lay lost to where
thorns
Made their bed with toppled

He closed his
Sunken to dream there of skies
And a great white throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs that his visions

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

Better to reign in

in the past
That downfall like yesterday
Though moons passed
As enemies in high places

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

She to him
A little of tantrums
on velvet skins
That lines her henge

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

And for a and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that shared God's
For now their coated notes with dirge
That poured from to the pits below

Better to in hell

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

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

And with new wings and spoken
He to things that would desecrate the world
The seduction of woman and man
For a bastard master

to reign in hell

Drowning out the
Fool unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the
That from the blast