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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
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