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

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

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

All of the dreams of yours.
I wonder so what of whores
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 done... Nobody's torn. -
Perhaps thou art whore...

Thou art one!

The of evening does fall down...
With rustle 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 whore who to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was called
With the help of her priest she had little one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and begun for little one.
But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
escapeth from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever left thee, pretty 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 little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

Thou art my flesh, my - thy sigh am I.
Awful stealeth my life
art my dream, my essence - whore am I.
Our time slowly pass us by.
Every doth push me down... Oh... well,
fast: thou art pretty well
Coming to the hell,
Coming to the hell!

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST HIS LAIR
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE...
AND WILT BE NEXT TO THEE.
WILT BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

you voyeur serrated crown of graves...

May my appear
Through array
Of the daylight!
hiss dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
twilight empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the dank grave!
May the night set
Cold stars upon the
Of the cemetery!

to me my Selinda!
to mummy, Selinda...
Oh no! -
There is only your little
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 sweet daughter, besides
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 a lot but thee
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
With some of Luciferian
But doth not one
a good time in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It arise from the tomb of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

Selinda, here I am! Try to
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 waste light for us.