Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

Black of the mortal
Sabbath in thy honor, summon the anti-god
Is there nothing Is there nothing pure?
Cool winds are abound me this 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, night draws near, darkness swallows me
Worship upon the dead, praise all
summon ka-put ancients forces arise

Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub suck my balls

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

Lust for the dead in the night, a chill grasps my breath
I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall, 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
breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I could
and put in the ground

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