Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

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

Beelzebub suck my balls, will suck my balls

Corpses' from your tomb, paint thy light unto dark
Is there nothing Sexual urge for the dead
War, war, infernal names invoke the storm
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 I shall fall, smoke a bowl
Read thy necronomicon, balls of fire, erupt the pyre
Of in my mind, abaudahdine is honored
To behold metal sabbath

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

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