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 from 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 have to eat fear
you die and disappear.

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening fall down...
With it's approaching 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 left one
the shelter of orphanage of St. John
She had died and begun looking for one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
TO MUMMY LITTLE GIRL!

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

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

WRATH SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST FROM HIS
MAY LOSE THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you serrated crown of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss preys in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
the dank 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 head
In my hands!

Come along with thy in hell! -
thee I shalt drown in a bottomless well of...
...PAIN!
I cannot be 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 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!
Come to little girl!

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way she's
With some of Luciferian
But not bewitched one
a good time in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It shalt arise from the of itself...
be haunting 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 be with whore 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 light for us.