Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to reign in

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

The dawn
Lay lost to where
thorns
Made their bed toppled stones

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

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

Better to reign in

Drowning in the
downfall seemed like yesterday
Though blurred passed
As enemies in places laughed

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

She to him
A whip of tantrums
Thrashed on skins
That lines her henge

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

And for a and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that shared worship
For now their throats coated with dirge
poured from parapets to the pits below

Better to in hell

Drowning in the
A wretched scream like
Died at last with the rising of the dark
All sharpened claws and discharge

I shall bow no more to the of the Lord
at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my knees only at the
Of virtue slipping bondage masks
Freewill me better to reign in hell

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

Better to in hell

out the past
Fool fates cruel yesterdays
Beneath the
staggered from the blast