Luyện nghe bài hát The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem

a year of
Darkness the sky.
I the warriors cry.
The legend a story
a Viking from the north,
Who met a Warrior
Black was never really the same.
The call it murder
And the had survived.
But the of the Death Warrior
Never saw again the sun the sky.
And the
recognized war,
That Black isn't just
anymore.
I can still
My so confused.
My was seeking answers.
No I let unused.
So questions
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 never
Again.
1993, year of misery was the knife
which the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black metal his Way,
And the unity was never the again.
Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking,
And
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Mayhem.
this day! Remember this way!
That you betray, what here leads you
On way!
And I never will
The day as this warriors met.
The blood was hot the was red
And Metal created his own grave.
And I dream from before
Black Maniacs, no whore,
In the of war
The demons in our the law.
So I you once again,
We should forget the pain
From days in our veins
We now cut of that it can flow rain.
Arrghh, was the legend from
The Day as killed Mayhem.