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 shift gears veer towards

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

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

Without question is met with a counter surge
In as if back-masked words of the black mass were
All heard by a clutch
trails 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 running on yet the devil rides
Hell by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
diabolical

Idle hands are for the
once Sam went down to Georgia
Speed was forged of the salt
Mined from the vaults of flame by the

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

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

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

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

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