Luyện nghe bài hát Viii. Bewitched Whore (does Belong To Eternity: Cry For Selind

(So I was in a in Hell, and
saw the in which knowledge 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 so you'll have to eat your fear
you die and disappear.

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

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

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

Thou art one!

The veil of evening fall down...
With rustle it's now
The hollow - hearted of time
make me sing 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 of St. John
She had died and begun for little 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 find my little one...
Essay to me, Selinda...
And so, let it be done!
Ye never what the terrible thoughts occur...
I have not ever thee, pretty daughter of mine
Oh, Selinda, hurry up my one!
to mummy,
Essay to my hand

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

SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

Till you serrated crown of graves...

May my essence
pellucid array
Of the daylight!
hiss dusk preys in glades...
Smothered by run of -
Nascent twilight
Deepest to ascend.
May the confer!
May my arise
From the filthy grave!
May the set aflame
Cold stars upon the
Of the cemetery!

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

Come along 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, besides
Selinda!
can I find thee, little 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 thy pale-blue fingers... my Selinda!
Come to little girl!

mortal whore...
Doth to eternity...
lost all the mind of her own
By the way bewitched
With some of Luciferian
But not bewitched one
Have a time in hell,
a nice time in hell?
It shalt arise from the of itself...
be haunting for the aim
That is

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

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