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 to be bewitched by pain
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 to be bewitched by this.
You will have given, you'll missed

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

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

art bedevilled one!

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

is no need to speak of the brothel in town...
One who used to be an archbishop mistress,
Got a daughter-in-sin, little one was Selinda:
With the help of her priest she had left one
Under the shelter of of St. John
She had died and begun looking for 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 never know what the thoughts occur...
I have not left thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, hurry up my one!
to mummy,
Essay to reach my

Oh... try to my hand, Selinda!
I am dying for smile
to me my sweet Selinda!
Come to little girl!

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you voyeur crown of graves...

May my appear
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
With dusk preys in glades...
by run of time -
Nascent empowered
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my spirit
the dank filthy grave!
May the night set
stars upon the mire
Of the cemetery!

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

Come along with thy in hell! -
Without thee I drown in a bottomless well 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!
can I find 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 reach thy fingers... my Selinda!
Come to mummy girl!

mortal whore...
Doth to eternity...
Having lost all the of her own
By the way bewitched
With some of spells
But doth not one
a good time in hell,
Have a nice in hell?
It shalt 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 from here to an eternity...
Selinda, come to me and may the
Shine in the sky and waste their for us.