Black Metal Sabbath

Black gate of the mortal
 Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god
 Is there nothing sacred, is there nothing pure?
 Cool winds are abound me, from this fire well breath
 Embracing the myth
 Everything I am to believe
 Embracing the evil
 Everything that surrounds who I am up
 Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once slain
 Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me whole
 Worship upon the dead, praise all Harassathoth
 Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise
 Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls!
 Corpses' rise from your tomb
 Paint thy light unto dark
 Is there nothing sacred?
 Sexual urge for the dead
 War, holy war
 Infernal names invoke the storm
 The end of man has come to pass
 Goatwhore shall reign supreme!
 Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my breath
 I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall
 Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon
 Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre
 Of unholiness in my mind
 Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath!
 Shootin' up to get my rush
 This time I think I'll take too much
 Barely breathing, profusely bleeding
 I'd get my gun, if I could move
 And put myself in the ground
 Take a pill get all low, high again you jones
 Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale
 Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you
 Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to live