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 veer

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

Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the
Of this curse the consequence of which can be averted
Each attempt that 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 words of the black mass were
All by a clutch engaged
trails blazed to the western gates

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

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

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

To bended knees when abandoned in
The mephistophelian for wicked unleashed sends
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
the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
Barreling down mortal coil

Heaven may be running on empty yet the 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
diabolical

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