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 knowledge is
from generation to generation)

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

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

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

All of the sweetest of yours.
I wonder so what of whores
Do you belong to? try to guess...
I've seen only chaos and mess...

That's why there's only fire
Of hunger, curses and
And nothing's done... torn. -
Perhaps art bewitched whore...

art bedevilled one!

The veil of evening does down...
With rustle it's now
The hollow - hearted voice of
Does make me sing to you a

There is no need to of the brothel in town...
One whore who to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was Selinda:
With the of her priest she had left 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!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO MUMMY GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me breathe again, my
aim -
I find my little one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye know what the terrible thoughts occur...
I not ever left 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 smile
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

Thou art my flesh, my wish - thy am I.
Awful stealeth my life
Thou art my dream, my essence - am I.
Our time doth slowly us by.
Every doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

ONLY WRATH SHALT
BEAST FROM HIS LAIR
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY DISGUSTING
BUT THY FEARS NEVER THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

Till you serrated crown of graves...

May my appear
Through pellucid
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent twilight
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the filthy grave!
May the night set
Cold stars the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

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

Oh...
I should thy place my dearest! -
I had found a lot but
Try to reach thy fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

Poor whore...
Doth to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
some of Luciferian spells
But not bewitched one
a good time 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 whore bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

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