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 fires to strain
The jagged-toothed braced with crosses

The dawn
Lay to mist where
Emboldened
their bed with toppled stones

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

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

Better to reign in

in the past
That downfall like yesterday
Though blurred moons
As in high places laughed

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

She to him
A whip of tantrums
on velvet skins
That her wishbone henge

Her name was sin, a warming spurt of
Splashed on occult tongues whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of their crawl grace
and hollow as the grave

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

to reign in hell

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

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

And with new wings and spoken
He took to things that would the world
The of both woman and man
For a master plan

Better to in hell

out the past
Fool fates unwound cruel
Beneath the
That staggered from the