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
transmitted generation to generation)

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

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

By the way,
During your life's deepest
You will have seen and 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 belong to? try to guess...
I've seen there's chaos and mess...

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

art bedevilled one!

The veil of does fall down...
With rustle it's now
The hollow - hearted of time
make 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, one was called Selinda:
the help of her priest she had left little one
Under the shelter of orphanage of St.
She had died and 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!
Light escapeth the grave! -
Make me again, my sentinel
aim -
I find my little one...
to hear me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye know what the terrible 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 dying for thine
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to mummy 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 doth slowly pass us by.
step doth push me down... Oh... well,
Vanish fast: art pretty well
Coming to the hell,
Coming to the hell!

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

you voyeur serrated crown of graves...

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

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

along 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 daughter, besides thee
Selinda!
Where can I find thee, little
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!
Come to mummy girl!

Poor whore...
Doth 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 time in hell?
It shalt from the tomb of itself...
Shalt be for the aim
is inaccessible

Selinda, here I am! Try to
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, abandon sleep! -
We'll fly away from to an eternity...
Selinda, to me and may the stars
Shine in the sky and waste light for us.