Something Diabolical
Bloodhound Gang"Something Diabolical" is a song by Bloodhound Gang, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:53 long and contains 49 lines and 361 words.
Lyrics
1:14Eventide rise for ritual
1:16With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
1:19Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
1:22Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
1:25The foolishly equipped swift these
1:27Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
1:31Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
1:33Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
1:36Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
1:39Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
1:42Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
1:44To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
1:47Without question is met with a counterclocked surge
1:50In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were
1:54All heard by a clutch engaged
1:55Over trails blazed to the western gates
1:59Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
2:04Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
2:11Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
2:15Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
2:20Something diabolical
2:44Idle hands are bound for the
2:46Damned once sam went down to georgia
2:49Speed was forged of the divine salt
2:52Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
2:55Named as those sought as faults rests beneath
2:57The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
3:00Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
3:04A false witness with the sensed end is brought
3:07To bended knees when abandoned belief in
3:09The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
3:12Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
3:15Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve
3:18Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
3:21The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
3:24Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
3:26Barreling down this mortal coil
3:29Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
3:34Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
3:40Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
3:45Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
3:50Something diabolical
4:15Tonight belongs to him
4:20Tonight belongs to him
4:26Tonight belongs to him
4:32Tonight belongs to him
4:42To him
4:47To him
4:53To 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
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