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 that set bad in veins
Burning, like penal fires to strain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced crosses

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

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

He licked the spittle the cheeks of the wry
And drifted back to when his stung its
The sneer of Michael on a glorious
Of angel dust and by his side

to reign in hell

Drowning in the
That downfall seemed like
blurred moons passed
As enemies in places laughed

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

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

Her was sin, a warming spurt of mantras
on occult tongues that whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of crawl from grace
Cold and as the grave

And for a rape and ruinous
for souls that shared God's 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 yesterday
Died at last the rising of the revenant dark
All sharpened claws and blunt

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

And with new wings unfurled and
He took to that would desecrate the world
The seduction of both and man
For a bastard plan

Better to in hell

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