Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

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

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

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

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

to reign in hell

Drowning in the
That downfall seemed yesterday
Though blurred moons
As enemies in high places

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

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

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

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

to reign in hell

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

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

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

Better to reign in

Drowning out the
Fool fates unwound cruel
the stars
That staggered the blast