Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

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

The equipped swift these
Failed bids taillights from the crypt
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 be averted
Each tormented that is made in vain
To evade this debt is certain to be paid

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

Idle are bound for the
Damned once Sam went to Georgia
Speed was forged of the salt
Mined from the of flame by the lost

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

To bended knees abandoned belief in
The plea for wicked unleashed sends
to reap grim an infernally decreed repossession
Vested in the fallen creed on to retrieve

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

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

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