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 which is
from generation to generation)

As it had told...
And all of the
Were being away
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

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

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

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

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

art bedevilled one!

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

is no need 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 died and begun for little one.
But she looked alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO MUMMY GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
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 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 thine
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to mummy 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 time doth pass us by.
step doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish thou art pretty well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

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

you voyeur serrated crown of graves...

May my appear
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent empowered
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
From the filthy grave!
May the set aflame
Cold stars the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

along with thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt drown in a 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 find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I should find thy my dearest! -
I had found a lot but
Try to reach thy 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
Have a time in hell,
Have a time in hell?
It arise from the tomb of itself...
Shalt be 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 be with whore bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

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