Luyện nghe bài hát The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem

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