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 to be bewitched by pain
So so you'll have to eat your fear
you die and disappear.

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening does down...
rustle it's approaching now
The hollow - voice of time
Does make me to you a lullaby

There is no to speak of the brothel in town...
One who used to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, one was called Selinda:
With the help of her priest she had little one
Under the shelter of orphanage of St.
She had and begun looking for little one.
But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO MUMMY GIRL!

Run away!
escapeth from the grave! -
Make me breathe again, my
aim -
I find my little one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know what the thoughts occur...
I have not ever 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
Come to me my Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you serrated crown of graves...

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

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

Come along thy mummy in hell! -
thee I shalt 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 sweet daughter, thee
Selinda!
can I find thee, little one?
I should thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I should thy place my dearest! -
I had found a lot but
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
some of Luciferian spells
But not bewitched one
a good time in hell,
Have a time in hell?
It shalt from the tomb of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

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

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