Something Diabolical-Bloodhound Gang

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Harry Dean Jr. & Jimmy Franks [01:14.35]Eventide rise for ritual [01:16.85]With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will [01:19.91]Roar forth steer the dead leave forced [01:22.40]Driven by fear shift gears veer towards [01:25.15]The foolishly equipped swift these [01:27.64]Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt [01:31.39]Reflect upon the way beyond redemption [01:33.01]Let the necronometer beckon for the destined [01:36.50]Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden [01:39.82]Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted [01:42.05]Each tormented attempt that is made in vain [01:44.55]To evade this debt which is certain to be paid [01:47.56]Without question is met with a counterclocked surge [01:50.56]In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were [01:54.18]All heard by a clutch engaged [01:55.55]Over trails blazed to the western gates [01:59.11]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [02:04.55]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [02:11.01]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [02:15.94]Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side [02:20.12]Something diabolical [02:44.85]Idle hands are bound for the [02:46.91]Damned once sam went down to georgia [02:49.72]Speed was forged of the divine salt [02:52.47]Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost [02:55.40]Named as those sought as faults rests beneath [02:57.52]The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech [03:00.70]Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion [03:04.63]A false witness with the sensed end is brought [03:07.44]To bended knees when abandoned belief in [03:09.56]The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends [03:12.12]Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed [03:15.55]Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve [03:18.24]Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention [03:21.23]The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension [03:24.11]Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil [03:26.98]Barreling down this mortal coil [03:29.38]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [03:34.94]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [03:40.30]Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides [03:45.98]Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side [03:50.47]Something diabolical [04:15.64]Tonight belongs to him [04:20.83]Tonight belongs to him [04:26.64]Tonight belongs to him [04:32.14]Tonight belongs to him [04:42.12]To him [04:47.74]To him [04:53.35]To him