Black Sabbath

Released Friday February 13, 1970

Type - Studio

Track Listing

European

1. Black Sabbath (6:18)
2. The Wizard (4:21)
3. Behind the Wall of Sleep (3:37)
4. N.I.B. (6:04)
5. Evil Woman (3:22)
6. Sleeping Village (10:43)
7. Warning (3:31)

US/Warner

1. Black Sabbath (6:18)
2. The Wizard (4:21)
3. Behind the Wall of Sleep (3:37) *
4. N.I.B. (6:04) @
5. Wicked World (4:43)
6. Sleeping Village (10:43) %
7. Warning (3:31)

• * - The intro to Behind the Wall of Sleep is called Wasp.
• @ - The intro to N.I.B. is called Basically.
• % - The intro to Sleeping Village is called A Bit of Finger.

Remaster

1. Black Sabbath (6:18)
2. The Wizard (4:21)
3. Behind the Wall of Sleep (3:37)
4. N.I.B. (6:04)
5. Evil Woman (3:22)
6. Sleeping Village (10:43)
7. Warning (3:31)
8. Wicked World (4:43)

Credits

• Tony Iommi - lead guitar
• Geezer Butler - bass guitar
• Bill Ward - drums
• Ozzy Osboune - vocals, harmonica

Notes

• The original release is somewhat rare. It was done on double LP sleeve, with the left sleeve glued up. Inside, the background is black. On the left hand side are the words Black Sabbath (the Sabbathspills over on to the right sleeve.) On the right sleeve is an inverted cross. On the inside of the cross is a short poem that appears below.
• On the second release, the sleeve is the same as the original release, except that the sleeve background is white.

POEM:

Still falls the rain, the veils of darkness shroud the blackened trees, which contorted by some unseen violence, shed their tired leaves, and bend their boughs towards a grey earth of severed bird wings. among the grasses, poppies bleed before a gesticulating death, and young rabbits, born dead in traps, stand motionless, as though guarding the silence that surrounds and threatens to engulf all those that would listen. Mute birds, tired of repeating yesterdays terrors, huddle together in the recesses of dark corners, heads turnedfrom the dead, black swan that floats upturned in a small pool in the hollow. there emerges from this pool a faint sensual mist, that traces its way upwards to caress the chipped feet of the headless martyr's statue, whose only achievement was to die to soon, and who couldn't wait to lose. the cataract of darkness form fully, the long black night begins, yet still, by the lake a young girl waits, unseeing she believes herself unseen, she smiles, faintly at the distant tolling bell, and the still falling rain.