Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

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

Beelzebub my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls

Corpses' from your tomb, paint thy light 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, shall reign supreme

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

up to get my rush
This I think I'll take too much
breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I move
and put myself in the

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