Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

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

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

Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my

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

Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill 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 black sabbath

Shootin' up to get my
This time I think take too much
Barely breathing, bleeding
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 comes for you
Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to