Luyện nghe bài hát Bewitched Whore (Does Belong To Eternity: Cry For Selind)

(So I was in a in Hell, and
saw the method in which is
from generation to generation)

As it had told...
And all of the
Were being swept
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

During life's darkest way
You're going to be bewitched by
So strong so you'll to eat your fear
you die and disappear.

By the way,
During life's deepest road
You will have and heard a lot -
going to be bewitched by this.
You will given, you'll have missed

All of the dreams of yours.
I wonder so what kind of
Do you to? I'll try to guess...
I've seen only chaos and mess...

That's why only sleepy fire
Of hunger, curses and
And done... Nobody's torn. -
thou art bewitched whore...

Thou art one!

The veil of evening fall down...
With rustle it's now
The hollow - voice of time
make me sing to you a lullaby

There is no to speak of the brothel in town...
One whore who used to be an mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was called
With the help of her priest she had little one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and begun looking for one.
But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
escapeth from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye know what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, up my little one!
to mummy,
Essay to reach my

Oh... try to my hand, Selinda!
I am dying for thine
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

art my flesh, my wish - thy sigh am I.
Awful nonsense my life
Thou art my dream, my - whore am I.
Our doth slowly pass us by.
Every step doth me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

ONLY WRATH DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST HIS LAIR
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS NEVER THEE...
AND WILT BE NEXT TO THEE.
THEY WILT BE BREATHING,
TILL THY BE FREED.

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my appear
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
twilight empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
From the filthy grave!
May the set aflame
Cold stars upon the
Of the cemetery!

to me my Selinda!
to mummy, Selinda...
Oh no! -
There is only little head
In my hands!

along with thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt drown in a bottomless of...
...PAIN!
I be dead at all...
I hae heard thy cry, my girl!
Oh no!
one is not of mine...
This is else...
My sweet daughter, besides
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, little
I find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I find thy place my dearest! -
I had a lot but thee
Try to thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
With some of Luciferian
But doth not one
Have a good in hell,
Have a nice time in
It shalt arise the tomb of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

Selinda, here I am! Try to
Thy of her pain and her bequest, Selinda...
I do now to eternity...
As it should be with bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

Selinda, dear, gloomy sleep! -
We'll fly away here to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and waste their for us.