Bloodhound Gang je americká rocková hudební skupina z Pensylvánie, která hraje alternativní comedy rock a jejíž písničky jsou plné typického satirického humoru. Skupina byla založena v roce 1992. HistorieZačátkySkupina Bloodhound Gang byla...

Píseň: Something Diabolical

Interpret:
Bloodhound Gang
Album:
Hefty Fine
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