作曲 : Butler, Dio, Iommi A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The (darkened deliver/darken nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul You know what to cover, I think for another it's a story told So get a good hold, yeah Rattle the voodoo, you thought that you knew who you are Simple equation, (that's-the-relation/des-o-lation), but that's gone too far A time of suspicion, a special condition that we all know, So let it all go, yeah Turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Night hides sorrow, day can light pain Glick: Black will not become a, white is for the saint Slenker: Black will not be colour, (white's/lies) for saint Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened (deliver/nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah Turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Gotta turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Turn up the night, or turn off the light! Get out the light! Or turn up the night, it feeled right! Or turn off the light, it feeled right! Shut off the light! Or turn up the night! Turn up the night!
作曲 : Butler, Dio, Iommi A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The (darkened deliver/darken nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul You know what to cover, I think for another it's a story told So get a good hold, yeah Rattle the voodoo, you thought that you knew who you are Simple equation, (that's-the-relation/des-o-lation), but that's gone too far A time of suspicion, a special condition that we all know, So let it all go, yeah Turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Night hides sorrow, day can light pain Glick: Black will not become a, white is for the saint Slenker: Black will not be colour, (white's/lies) for saint Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened (deliver/nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah Turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Gotta turn up the night! Turn up the night! Turn up the night, it feels so right! Turn up the night, or turn off the light! Get out the light! Or turn up the night, it feeled right! Or turn off the light, it feeled right! Shut off the light! Or turn up the night! Turn up the night!
