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 being swept
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

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

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

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

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

Thou art one!

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

There is no need to speak of the in town...
One who used 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 for little one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
TO MUMMY LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
me breathe again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never 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 for thine smile
Come to me my Selinda!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

ONLY WRATH SHALT
UGLY BEAST FROM HIS
THOU MAY LOSE THY HEAD,
THY DISGUSTING
BUT THY NEVER LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY BE NEXT TO THEE.
THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent empowered
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
the dank filthy grave!
May the night set
Cold upon 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 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 daughter, besides thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, one?
I should thy place!
And so, let it be done!

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

Poor whore...
Doth to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way she's
With of Luciferian spells
But doth not one
Have a time in hell,
a nice time in hell?
It shalt arise from the of itself...
Shalt be for the aim
is inaccessible

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