Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

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

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

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

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

Better to in hell

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

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

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

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

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

Better to reign in

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

I shall bow no more to the of the Lord
at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my knees at the keyholes
Of virtue slipping into masks
Freewill made me better to in hell

And with new unfurled and spoken
He took to things that would the world
The seduction of both and man
For a master plan

Better to reign in

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