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
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 going to be bewitched by
So strong so you'll have to eat fear
you die and disappear.

By the way,
During your deepest road
You will have and heard a lot -
going to be bewitched by this.
You will have given, have missed

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening fall down...
With it's approaching now
The - hearted voice of time
make me sing to you a lullaby

There is no to speak of the brothel in town...
One whore who to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, one was called Selinda:
With the help of her priest she had little one
the shelter of orphanage of St. John
She had died and begun looking for one.
But she looked 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 again, my sentinel
aim -
I find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never know what the terrible occur...
I have not ever left thee, 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!

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

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

Till you serrated 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 spirit
From the filthy grave!
May the set aflame
stars upon the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

Come with thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I shalt drown in a bottomless 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, thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, one?
I should thy place!
And so, let it be done!

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

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having 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 arise from the tomb 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 should be with whore by thee,
My daughter...

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