Luyện nghe bài hát Better to Reign in Hell

Better to in hell

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

The dawn
Lay to mist where
Emboldened
Made bed with toppled stones

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

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

Better to reign in

Drowning in the
That downfall like yesterday
Though blurred passed
As in high places laughed

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

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

Her was sin, a warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues that whispered revenge
For the shame of their crawl 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
poured from parapets to the pits below

Better to in hell

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

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

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

Better to in hell

Drowning out the
Fool unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the
staggered from the blast