Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide for ritual
With the thrill of a vengefully the engine will
Roar steer the dead leave forced
by fear shift gears veer towards

The foolishly swift these
Failed breathed taillights from the crypt
Reflect upon the way redemption
Let the beckon for the destined

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

Without question is met a counter clocked surge
In reverse as if back-masked 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 empty yet the rides
Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler
diabolical

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

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

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

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

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

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