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

During life's darkest way
You're to be bewitched by pain
So strong so you'll have to eat your
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 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 seen only chaos and mess...

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

Thou art one!

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

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
COME TO MUMMY GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I find 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, 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 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 - whore am I.
Our time doth slowly us by.
Every step push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art pretty
closer to the hell,
Coming to the hell!

ONLY WRATH DISLODGE
UGLY FROM HIS LAIR
MAY LOSE THY POOR HEAD,
THY DISGUSTING
BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
WILT BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

Till you serrated crown of graves...

May my appear
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent twilight
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
From the dank grave!
May the night set
stars upon the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

Come along with thy 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 daughter, besides thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, little
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 thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

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

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

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