Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to reign in

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

The dawn
Lay lost to where
thorns
Made their bed with stones

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

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

Better to reign in

in the past
That downfall seemed like
Though blurred 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 warming of mantras
Splashed on tongues that whispered sweet revenge
For the of their crawl from grace
and hollow as the grave

And for a and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that shared worship
For now their throats coated with dirge
That poured from parapets to the pits

to reign in hell

Drowning in the
A wretched scream like
Died at last the rising of the revenant 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
Freewill me better to reign in hell

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

Better to in hell

out the past
Fool unwound cruel yesterdays
the stars
That staggered from the