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

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

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

During your life's 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 have given, you'll have

All of the dreams of yours.
I so what kind of whores
Do you belong to? try to guess...
seen there's only chaos and mess...

That's why there's sleepy fire
Of hunger, and desire
And done... Nobody's torn. -
Perhaps art bewitched whore...

Thou art one!

The of evening does fall down...
With it's approaching now
The hollow - voice of time
Does make me sing to you a

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 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 looked alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
TO MUMMY LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever left thee, pretty of mine
Oh, Selinda, up my little one!
to mummy,
Essay to my hand

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my appear
Through array
Of the daylight!
With dusk preys in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
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 only your little
In my hands!

Come along 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!
can I find thee, little one?
I find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

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

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

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

Selinda, dear, gloomy sleep! -
fly away from here to an eternity...
Selinda, come to me and may the
Shine in the sky and waste light for us.