Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something Diabolical, artist - Bloodhound Gang. Album song Hefty Fine, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Something Diabolical |
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 |
To him |