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

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

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

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

That's why only sleepy fire
Of hunger, and desire
And done... Nobody's torn. -
Perhaps thou art whore...

Thou art one!

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

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

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

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.
step doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

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

Till you voyeur crown of graves...

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

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

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

Oh...
I should find thy my dearest! -
I had found a lot but
Try to thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way she's
With of Luciferian spells
But not bewitched one
a good time in hell,
Have a time in hell?
It shalt arise from the of itself...
Shalt be 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 with whore by thee,
My daughter...

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