Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

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

the myth, everything I am to believe
Embracing the evil, everything 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, praise all
Satan summon ka-put ancients arise

Beelzebub my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls

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

Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill my breath
I hold nothing, for this I shall fall, smoke a bowl
thy necronomicon, balls of fire, erupt from 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
breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I move
and put myself in the

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