Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

Smoke will from the graves of our elders once slain
Crack the whip, draws near, darkness swallows me whole
Worship upon the dead, praise all
Satan summon ancients forces arise

Beelzebub my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls

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

Lust for the dead in the cold night, a grasps my breath
I hold nothing, for this I shall fall, smoke a bowl
Read thy necronomicon, balls of fire, erupt from the
Of unholiness in my mind, abaudahdine is
To behold black metal

up to get my rush
This time I think I'll take too
Barely breathing, bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I could
and put myself in the

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