Something Diabolical
Eventide rise for ritualWith the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine willRoar forth steer the dead leave forcedDriven by fear shift gears veer towardsThe foolishly equipped swift theseFailed bids breathed taillights from the cryptReflect upon the way beyond redemptionLet the necronometer beckon for the destinedBlessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burdenOf this curse the consequence of which can never be avertedEach tormented attempt that is made in vainTo evade this debt which is certain to be paidWithout question is met with a counterclocked surgeIn reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass wereAll heard by a clutch engagedOver trails blazed to the western gates
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Idle hands are bound for theDamned once sam went down to georgiaSpeed was forged of the divine saltMined from the vaults of flame by the lostNamed as those sought as faults rests beneathThe wrong that was spawned from the tired screechOf essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustionA false witness with the sensed end is broughtTo bended knees when abandoned belief inThe mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sendsHeed to reap grim an infernally decreedReposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieveMeed with the fueled intention of deprived interventionThe thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descensionNumbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oilBarreling down this mortal coil
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil ridesHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Tonight belongs to himTonight belongs to himTonight belongs to himTonight belongs to himTo himTo himTo him