Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

The foolishly swift these
bids breathed taillights from the crypt
Reflect upon the way redemption
Let the necronometer for the destined

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

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

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil
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
diabolical

Idle hands are for the
Damned once Sam went down to
Speed was forged of the divine
Mined from the of flame by the lost

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

To knees when abandoned belief in
The mephistophelian for wicked unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an decreed repossession
Vested in the fallen creed on to retrieve

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

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

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