Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once
Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me
Worship the dead, praise all Harassathoth
Satan ka-put ancients forces arise

Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub suck my balls

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

Lust for the dead in the night, a chill grasps my breath
I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall, a bowl
thy necronomicon, balls 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 take too much
Barely breathing, profusely
I'd get my gun, if I could
and put in the ground

Take a pill get all low, high again you
convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale
Writhing in sweat, moribund comes for you
Slicing wrist as you die you now want to live