Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide rise for
With the thrill of a kill the engine will
Roar forth steer the leave forced
Driven by fear shift veer towards

The foolishly equipped these
Failed bids breathed from the crypt
Reflect upon the way beyond
Let the necronometer beckon for the

Blessed first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
Of this curse the consequence of which can be averted
Each tormented that is made in vain
To evade this debt is certain to be paid

Without question is met a counter clocked surge
In reverse as if back-masked words of the black mass
All heard by a clutch
Over trails blazed to the gates

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

Idle are bound for the
once Sam went down to Georgia
Speed was forged of the salt
Mined from the of flame by the lost

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

To bended knees abandoned belief in
The plea for wicked unleashed sends
Heed to reap an infernally decreed repossession
Vested in the fallen called on to retrieve

Meed with the fueled intention of deprived
The thundered calm that comes the rattle of descension
Numbs the from a havoc that reeks of oil
Barreling down this mortal

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

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