Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

Heart in hand passed to the of pain
In a dark lowland that set bad in veins
Burning, penal fires roused to strain
The jagged-toothed braced with crosses

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

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

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

Better to in hell

Drowning in the
downfall seemed like yesterday
Though moons passed
As enemies in high places

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

She to him
A whip of tantrums
Thrashed on skins
That lines her wishbone

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

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

Better to in hell

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

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

And new wings unfurled and spoken
He to things that would desecrate the world
The of both woman and man
For a bastard master

to reign in hell

Drowning out the
fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the
That staggered from the