Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

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

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

He his eyes
Sunken to dream there of skies
And a great white empty
stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions

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

Better to reign in

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

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

She to him
A whip of tantrums
Thrashed on velvet
lines her wishbone henge

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

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

to reign in hell

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

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

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

to reign in hell

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