Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to reign in

Heart in hand passed to the clasp of
In a dark lowland that set bad blood in
Burning, like penal roused to strain
The skyline braced with crosses

The golden
Lay lost to where
Emboldened
Made their bed toppled stones

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

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

Better to in hell

Drowning in the
That downfall seemed like
Though blurred moons
As enemies in high places

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

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

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

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

to reign in hell

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

I bow no more to the dogs of the Lord
at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my only at the keyholes
Of virtue into bondage masks
made me better to reign in hell

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

Better to reign in

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