Luyện nghe bài hát Viii. Bewitched Whore (does Belong To Eternity: Cry For Selind

(So I was in a in Hell, and
saw the in which knowledge is
from generation to generation)

As it had told...
And all of the
being swept away
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

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

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

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...

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening does down...
With rustle approaching now
The hollow - hearted of time
Does make me to you a lullaby

is no need to speak of the brothel in town...
One who used to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, one was called Selinda:
With the help of her she had left little one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and begun looking for one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was 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 find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know 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
Come to me my Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST HIS LAIR
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY DISGUSTING
BUT THY NEVER LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY BE NEXT TO THEE.
THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you voyeur crown of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
hiss dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent twilight
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the filthy grave!
May the night set
Cold 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 thee I 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 thee, little one?
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 thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
Come to little girl!

Poor whore...
Doth to eternity...
Having lost all the of her own
By the way bewitched
With some of Luciferian
But doth not one
a good time in hell,
Have a time in hell?
It shalt 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, abandon sleep! -
We'll fly away here to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and waste light for us.