Luyện nghe bài hát The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem

a of misery?
fills the sky.
I hear the cry.
The legend tells a
From a Viking the north,
Who met a Warrior
Black Metal was really the same.
The call it murder
And the had survived.
But the eyes of the Death
Never saw again the sun the sky.
And the
Everyone war,
That Metal isn't just
anymore.
I can remember
My so confused.
My soul was answers.
No I let unused.
So many
I had to satisfy.
My soul was torture,
But I my way was right
I see a fall asleep under fog
And I know the old will never come
Again.
1993, this year of misery was the
which the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that day Black metal split his Way,
And the unity was the same again.
Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking,
And
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Mayhem.
Remember day! Remember this way!
That you never betray, here leads you
On way!
And I never will
The day as this both met.
The was hot the moon was red
And Black Metal his own grave.
And I dream from days
Black Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The demons in our the law.
So I summon you again,
We should forget the pain
From older days in our
We now cut of that it can like rain.
Arrghh, this was the from
The Day as Burzum Mayhem.