Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine
Roar forth the dead leave forced
Driven by shift gears veer towards

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

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

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

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

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

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

To bended knees when abandoned in
The mephistophelian plea for unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an 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 from a that reeks of oil
Barreling down mortal coil

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

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