Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

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

Beelzebub suck my balls, will suck my balls

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

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

Shootin' up to get my
This I think I'll take too much
Barely breathing, 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, skin pale
Writhing in sweat, death comes for you
Slicing wrist as you die you now want to live