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

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

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

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

Thou art one!

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

There is no need to of the brothel in town...
One whore who used to be an mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was called
With the help of her she had left little one
the shelter of orphanage of St. John
She had died and begun for little one.
But she looked alike... and it was real ghost!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

COME TO ME MY SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye know what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever left thee, pretty daughter of
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!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you voyeur serrated of graves...

May my appear
Through array
Of the daylight!
With hiss dusk in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent empowered
night to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
the dank filthy grave!
May the set aflame
Cold upon the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

along with thy mummy in hell! -
Without thee I drown in a bottomless 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 thee, little one?
I find 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 mummy girl!

mortal whore...
Doth to eternity...
lost all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
some of Luciferian spells
But doth not one
Have a good in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It shalt arise the tomb of itself...
Shalt be 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! -
fly away from here to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and their light for us.