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
transmitted from 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 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 -
You're 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 to? I'll try to guess...
I've there's only chaos and mess...

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening fall down...
With rustle approaching now
The hollow - hearted of time
Does make me 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:
With the help of her she had left little one
Under the of orphanage of St. John
She had died and looking for little one.
But she looked alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
escapeth from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I should my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never what the terrible thoughts occur...
I not ever left thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, up my little 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.
Every doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: art pretty well
closer to the hell,
Coming to the hell!

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

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my appear
Through pellucid
Of the daylight!
hiss dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
twilight empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
the dank filthy grave!
May the night set
Cold stars 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! -
Without thee I shalt in a bottomless well of...
...PAIN!
I be dead at all...
I hae thy cry, my little girl!
Oh no!
one is not of mine...
is someone else...
My sweet daughter, thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, little
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!
to mummy little girl!

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way she's
some of Luciferian spells
But not bewitched one
Have a time in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It shalt arise the tomb of itself...
Shalt be for the aim
is inaccessible

Selinda, I am! Try to bereave
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, come to me and may the
in the sky and waste their light for us.