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
Were being away
By the
Of stupidity,
It to me...

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

By the way,
During your life's deepest
You will have and heard a lot -
You're going to be by this.
You will have given, have missed

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

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

art bedevilled one!

The veil of evening does down...
With it's approaching now
The hollow - voice of time
Does make me to you a lullaby

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
COME TO LITTLE GIRL!

Run away!
Light from the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I should find my one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not left 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 smile
Come to me my Selinda!
Come to 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 doth pass us by.
Every step doth me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: thou art well
Coming to the hell,
faster to the hell!

ONLY SHALT DISLODGE
UGLY BEAST FROM HIS
MAY LOSE THY POOR HEAD,
THY SOUL
BUT THY FEARS LEAVE THEE...
AND THEY WILT BE TO THEE.
WILT BE BREATHING, INDEED
TILL THY BE FREED.

you voyeur serrated crown of graves...

May my essence
Through array
Of the daylight!
With hiss preys in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent twilight
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
From the dank 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 I shalt drown 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, thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, one?
I find thy place!
And so, let it be done!

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

Poor whore...
belong to eternity...
Having lost all the of her own
By the way bewitched
some of Luciferian spells
But doth not one
a good time in hell,
Have a nice time in
It arise from the tomb of itself...
Shalt be for the aim
That is

Selinda, I am! Try to bereave
Thy of her pain and her bequest, Selinda...
I do now to eternity...
As it should be with bewitched by thee,
My daughter...

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