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
transmitted generation to generation)

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

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

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of does fall down...
With rustle it's 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 called
With the of her priest she had left little one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and looking for little one.
But she looked 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 again, my sentinel
aim -
I should my little one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never what the terrible thoughts occur...
I not ever left thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, hurry up my one!
to mummy,
Essay to reach my

Oh... try to my hand, Selinda!
I am for thine 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
art my dream, my essence - whore am I.
Our time slowly pass us by.
Every step doth me down... Oh... well,
fast: thou art pretty well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST HIS LAIR
THOU MAY LOSE THY HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY BE NEXT TO THEE.
THEY WILT BE BREATHING,
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you voyeur crown of graves...

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

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

Come along thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt drown in a well 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, 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 thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

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

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

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