Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide rise for
the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
Roar forth steer the dead forced
Driven by fear gears veer towards

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

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

Without question is met with a counter surge
In reverse as if words of the black mass were
All by a clutch engaged
trails blazed to the western gates

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

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

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

To bended knees when belief in
The mephistophelian plea for unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an infernally repossession
Vested in the fallen creed called on to

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

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

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