Luyện nghe bài hát Viii. 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 being swept
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

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

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

All of the sweetest of yours.
I wonder so kind of whores
Do you belong to? try to guess...
I've seen there's only and mess...

That's why there's only 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 - hearted of time
Does me sing to you a lullaby

There is no need to speak of the 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 of orphanage of St. John
She had and begun looking for little one.
But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me breathe again, my
aim -
I should find my one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye know what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever left thee, pretty 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
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

Thou art my flesh, my wish - thy am I.
nonsense stealeth my life
Thou art my dream, my - whore am I.
Our time doth pass us by.
Every step push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish thou art pretty well
closer to the hell,
Coming to the hell!

ONLY WRATH SHALT
UGLY BEAST HIS LAIR
THOU MAY LOSE THY HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY NEVER LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
THEY WILT BE BREATHING,
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my essence
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
the dank filthy 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 thee I shalt in a bottomless 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 sweet daughter, besides
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, little
I should thy place!
And so, let it be done!

Oh...
I should thy place my dearest! -
I had found a lot but
Try to reach thy fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

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

Selinda, here I am! Try to
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 from to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and waste light for us.