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
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 have to eat your fear
you die and disappear.

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening does down...
With it's approaching now
The - hearted voice of time
Does me sing to you a lullaby

There is no to speak of the brothel in town...
One whore who to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was Selinda:
the help of her priest she had left little one
Under the shelter of orphanage of St.
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 LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light from the grave! -
me breathe again, my sentinel
aim -
I find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not 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 dying for thine
Come to me my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

Thou art my flesh, my wish - thy am I.
Awful nonsense my life
Thou art my dream, my - whore am I.
Our doth slowly pass us by.
step doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art pretty
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

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

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my appear
Through array
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the 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 head
In my hands!

Come with thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt drown in a well of...
...PAIN!
I be dead 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 thee, little one?
I find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

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

mortal whore...
Doth to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
With of Luciferian spells
But doth not one
Have a time in hell,
a nice time in hell?
It shalt arise the tomb of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

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

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