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
from generation to generation)

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

During life's darkest way
You're going to be by pain
So so you'll have to eat your fear
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 will given, you'll have missed

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

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

Thou art one!

The of evening does fall down...
rustle it's approaching now
The - hearted voice of time
Does make me sing to you a

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 Selinda:
With the help of her priest she had little one
Under the shelter of orphanage of St.
She had and begun looking for little one.
But she looked ghost alike... and it was 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 should my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know the terrible thoughts occur...
I not ever left thee, pretty daughter 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 little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

WRATH SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST FROM HIS
THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS NEVER THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
WILT BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

you voyeur serrated crown of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With hiss preys in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent twilight
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
the dank filthy grave!
May the set aflame
Cold stars upon the
Of the cemetery!

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

Come with thy mummy in hell! -
Without I shalt drown 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 daughter, besides thee
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 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 some of Luciferian
But doth not one
Have a good in hell,
a nice time 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 be with whore bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

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