Luyện nghe bài hát Something Diabolical

Eventide rise for
With the thrill of a kill the engine will
Roar forth steer the dead forced
Driven by fear shift gears towards

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

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

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

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

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

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

To bended knees when abandoned in
The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed
to reap grim an infernally decreed repossession
Vested in the fallen called on to retrieve

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

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

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