Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

Black of the mortal
Sabbath in thy honor, summon the anti-god
Is there nothing sacred? Is there nothing
Cool winds are me from this fire well breath

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

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

Beelzebub my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls

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

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

up to get my rush
This I think I'll take too much
Barely breathing, profusely
I'd get my gun, if I could
and put in the ground

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