Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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