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

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

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening does down...
With it's approaching now
The - hearted voice 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, one was called Selinda:
With the help of her priest she had left one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and begun looking for one.
But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know what the thoughts occur...
I have not ever left thee, daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, up my little one!
to mummy,
Essay to reach my

Oh... try to my hand, Selinda!
I am for thine smile
Come to me my Selinda!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you serrated crown of graves...

May my appear
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent twilight
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
the dank filthy grave!
May the night set
stars upon 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 I shalt drown in a bottomless well of...
...PAIN!
I be dead at all...
I hae heard thy cry, my girl!
Oh no!
one is not of mine...
This is else...
My sweet daughter, besides
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, one?
I should thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I find thy place my dearest! -
I had a lot but thee
Try to reach thy fingers... my Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
With some of spells
But not bewitched one
Have a good in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It arise from the tomb of itself...
Shalt be 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, abandon 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.