Something diabolical

Idol hands are bound
As heaven is running on empty
But the devil rides
Hell has turned to the cooler side
Tonight is for him
Heaven runs out and grinds to a halt
The devil rides on
Whips and chains to the torture valve
Nothing can stop him now
World domination is his goal
Something diabolical
The thrill of a kill
Driven by fear
condemned to bear the burden of faith
The devil rides, on something diabolical.