Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

Black of the mortal
Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the
Is nothing sacred? Is there nothing pure?
Cool winds are abound me this fire well breath

Embracing the myth, everything I am to
the evil, everything that surrounds who I am

Smoke will rise from the of our elders once slain
Crack the whip, night draws near, swallows me whole
upon the dead, praise all Harassathoth
Satan summon ka-put forces arise

Beelzebub my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls

Corpses' rise from your tomb, thy light unto dark
Is there nothing Sexual urge for the dead
War, holy war, infernal invoke the storm
The end of man has come to pass, shall reign supreme

Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my
I hold onto nothing, for this I fall, smoke a bowl
Read thy necronomicon, of fire, erupt from the pyre
Of in my mind, abaudahdine is honored
To behold black sabbath

up to get my rush
This time I think I'll too much
breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I move
and put in the ground

a pill get all low, high again you jones
Twisting convulsing, overdosing, turns pale
in sweat, moribund death comes for you
Slicing your wrist as you die you now to live