Bloodhound Gang

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

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

Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side

Something diabolical

Tonight belongs to him

To him