Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide rise for
With the of a kill vengefully the engine will
Roar steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears towards

The foolishly equipped these
Failed breathed taillights from the crypt
upon the way beyond redemption
Let the necronometer for the destined

Blessed when first lent sin then to bear the burden
Of this curse the consequence of which can never be
Each tormented attempt 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 western

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

hands are bound for the
Damned once Sam down to Georgia
Speed was forged of the divine
Mined the vaults of flame by the lost

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

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

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

Heaven may be running on empty yet the rides
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 side
Something

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