Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

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

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

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

Heaven may be on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be 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 are bound 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 sought as faults beneath
The that was spawned from the tired screech
Of essence engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
A witness with the sensed end is brought

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

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

Heaven may be running on empty yet the 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 to him, tonight belongs to him
To him, to him, to him