Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to reign in

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

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

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

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

Better to in hell

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

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

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

Her name was sin, a warming spurt of
Splashed on occult tongues that sweet revenge
For the shame of crawl from grace
Cold and hollow as the

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

Better to reign in

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

I shall bow no more to the dogs of the
Tearing at my carcass
I shall to my knees only at the keyholes
Of virtue slipping into bondage
made me better to reign in hell

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

Better to in hell

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