[00:00.00] 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