(So I was in a in Hell, and saw the method in which is transmitted from to generation)
As it had told... And all of the being swept away By the Of stupidity, It to me...
During your 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 life's deepest road You will have and heard a lot - You're going to be by this. You have given, you'll have missed
All of the sweetest of yours. I so what kind of whores Do you to? I'll try to guess... I've seen only chaos 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 rustle it's now The hollow - hearted voice of Does make me to you a lullaby
There is no need to of the brothel in town... One who used to be an archbishop mistress, Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was Selinda: the help of her priest she had left little one Under the shelter of of St. John She had and begun looking for little one. But she ghost alike... and it was real ghost!
SELINDA! SELINDA!
COME TO ME MY SELINDA! COME TO MUMMY GIRL!
Run away! escapeth from the grave! - Make me breathe again, my aim - I should find my one... Essay to me, Selinda... And so, let it be done! Ye never know what the thoughts occur... I have not 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 mummy girl!
SELINDA! SELINDA!
art my flesh, my wish - thy sigh am I. Awful nonsense my life Thou art my dream, my - whore am I. Our time slowly pass us by. step doth push me down... Oh... well, Vanish thou art pretty well Coming to the hell, faster to the hell!
ONLY SHALT DISLODGE UGLY FROM HIS LAIR THOU MAY THY POOR HEAD, THY SOUL BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE... AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE. THEY BE BREATHING, INDEED THY ESSENCE BE FREED.
Till you voyeur crown of graves...
May my appear Through array Of the daylight! hiss dusk preys in glades... Smothered by run of - Nascent empowered night to ascend. May the confer! May my arise From the dank grave! May the set aflame stars upon the mire Of the cemetery!
to me my Selinda! to mummy, Selinda... Oh no! - There is your little head In my hands!
along with thy mummy in hell! - Without thee I shalt drown in a well of... ...PAIN! I cannot be at all... I hae heard thy cry, my girl! Oh no! one is not of mine... This is else... My daughter, besides thee Selinda! Where can I find thee, one? I should 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 lost all the of her own By the way she's With some of Luciferian But doth not one a good time in hell, Have a nice time in It shalt arise from the of itself... be haunting 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 should be whore bewitched by thee, My daughter...
Selinda, dear, gloomy sleep! - We'll fly from here to an eternity... Selinda, to me and may the stars in the sky and waste their light for us.