Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

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

Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to the burden
Of this curse the consequence of which can be averted
Each tormented that is made in vain
To evade this debt is certain to be paid

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

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
diabolical

Idle are bound for the
once Sam went down to Georgia
Speed was forged of the divine
from the vaults of flame by the lost

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

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

Meed the fueled intention of deprived intervention
The thundered calm that comes from the of descension
the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
Barreling down this 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 her pillow to the cooler side
Something

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