Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine
forth steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears veer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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