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 roused to strain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced crosses

The dawn
Lay to mist where
thorns
Made their bed with toppled

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

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

Better to reign in

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

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

She to him
A little of tantrums
Thrashed on skins
That lines her henge

Her was sin, a warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues that sweet revenge
For the of their crawl from grace
and hollow as the grave

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

Better to reign in

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

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

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

Better to in hell

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