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 away
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

During your life's way
going to be bewitched by pain
So strong so you'll to eat your fear
you die and disappear.

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The of evening does fall down...
With rustle approaching now
The hollow - hearted voice of
make me sing to you a lullaby

There is no need to speak of the 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 begun for little one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO MUMMY GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
me breathe again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know what the thoughts occur...
I not ever left thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, hurry up my one!
to mummy,
Essay to my hand

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
BEAST FROM HIS LAIR
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY NEVER LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY BE NEXT TO THEE.
WILT BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

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

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

Come along with thy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt 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 sweet daughter, thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, one?
I find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I find 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 lost all the of her own
By the way bewitched
With of Luciferian spells
But not bewitched one
a good time in hell,
Have a time in hell?
It shalt arise the tomb of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

Selinda, I am! Try to bereave
Thy of her pain 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 from here to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and their light for us.