Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the will
forth steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears veer

The foolishly swift these
Failed bids taillights from the crypt
upon the way beyond redemption
Let the necronometer beckon for the

Blessed first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
Of curse the consequence of which can never be averted
Each attempt that is made in vain
To evade this debt which is to be paid

question is met with a counter clocked surge
In as if back-masked words of the black mass were
All heard by a engaged
Over trails blazed to the western

Heaven may be running on yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on yet the devil rides
Hell burns by turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something

Idle hands are for the
Damned once Sam down to Georgia
was forged of the divine salt
Mined the vaults of flame by the lost

Named as those as faults rests beneath
The wrong that was spawned the tired screech
Of halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
A false witness with the sensed end is

To bended knees abandoned belief in
The mephistophelian for wicked unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
in the fallen creed called on to retrieve

Meed with the fueled of deprived intervention
The thundered calm that from the rattle of descension
Numbs the panicked from a havoc reeks of oil
Barreling this mortal coil

Heaven may be running on empty yet the rides
may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on yet the devil rides
Hell by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
diabolical

Tonight belongs to him, belongs to him
belongs to him, tonight belongs to him
To him, to him, to him