Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

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

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

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

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

Idle are bound for the
Damned Sam went down to Georgia
was forged of the divine salt
Mined the vaults of flame by the lost

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

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

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

may be running 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 cooler
Something

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