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 which is
transmitted generation 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 your
you die and disappear.

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

All of the dreams of yours.
I so what kind of whores
Do you belong to? try to guess...
I've there's only chaos and mess...

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

art bedevilled one!

The veil of evening does down...
With rustle 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 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 of orphanage of St. John
She had died and looking for little one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
TO MUMMY LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me breathe again, my
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 thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, up my little one!
to mummy,
Essay to my hand

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY FROM HIS LAIR
MAY LOSE THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY NEVER LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED
THY ESSENCE BE FREED.

Till you voyeur crown of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent twilight
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the dank 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!

Come along with thy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt 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!
can I find thee, little 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 thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
to mummy little girl!

Poor whore...
Doth to eternity...
lost all the mind of her own
By the way she's
With some of Luciferian
But doth not one
Have a good in hell,
Have a nice time in
It shalt 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 be with whore bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

Selinda, dear, abandon sleep! -
We'll fly away from to an eternity...
Selinda, come to me and may the
Shine in the sky and waste their for us.