Luyện nghe bài hát The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem

a of misery?
Darkness the sky.
I hear the cry.
The tells a story
a Viking from the north,
Who met a Warrior
Metal was never really the same.
The legend 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 Metal just
anymore.
I can remember
My so confused.
My soul was 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 fall asleep fog
And I know the old days never come
Again.
1993, year of misery was the knife
which the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black split 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 never betray, what here you
On way!
And I never forget
The day as this warriors met.
The was hot the moon 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 summon you again,
We should never forget the
From older in our veins
We now cut of that it can like rain.
Arrghh, this was the legend
The Day as killed Mayhem.