Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine
Roar forth steer the dead leave
Driven by fear gears veer towards

The equipped swift these
Failed bids breathed from the crypt
upon the way beyond redemption
Let the beckon for the destined

Blessed when 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 which is certain to be paid

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

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

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

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

To bended knees when abandoned in
The plea for wicked unleashed sends
to reap grim an infernally decreed repossession
Vested in the creed called on to retrieve

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

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

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