Something Diabolical

Album: Hefty Fine (2005)
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  • Eventide rise for ritual
    With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
    Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
    Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
    The foolishly equipped swift these
    Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
    Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
    Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
    Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
    Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
    Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
    To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
    Without question is met with a counterclocked surge
    In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were
    All heard by a clutch engaged
    Over trails blazed to the western gates

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

    Something diabolical

    Idle hands are bound for the
    Damned once sam went down to georgia
    Speed was forged of the divine salt
    Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
    Named as those sought as faults rests beneath
    The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
    Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
    A false witness with the sensed end is brought
    To bended knees when abandoned belief in
    The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
    Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
    Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve
    Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
    The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
    Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
    Barreling down this mortal coil

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

    Something diabolical

    Tonight belongs to him
    Tonight belongs to him
    Tonight belongs to him
    Tonight belongs to him
    To him
    To him
    To him Writer/s: HARRY DEAN, JAMES M. FRANKS
    Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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