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    Divina Enema Bewitched Whore (Does Belong To Eternity_ Cry For текст песни

    Bewitched Whore (Does Belong To Eternity_ Cry For

    (So I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and
    saw the method in which knowledge is
    transmitted from generation to generation)

    As it had been told…
    And all of the words
    Were being swept away
    By the wind
    Of stupidity,
    It seems to me…

    During your life’s darkest way
    You’re going to be bewitched by pain
    So strong so you’ll have to eat your fear
    Until you die and disappear.

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

    All of the sweetest dreams of yours.
    I wonder so what kind of whores
    Do you belong to? I’ll try to guess…
    I’ve seen there’s only chaos and mess…

    That’s why there’s only sleepy fire
    Of hunger, curses and desire
    And nothing’s done… Nobody’s torn. -
    Perhaps thou art bewitched whore…

    Thou art bedevilled one!

    The veil of evening does fall down…
    With rustle it’s approaching now
    The hollow — hearted voice of time
    Does make me sing to you a lullaby

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

    SELINDA! SELINDA!

    COME TO ME MY SWEET SELINDA!
    COME TO MUMMY LITTLE GIRL!

    Run away!
    Light escapeth from the grave! -
    Make me breathe again, my sentinel
    Ghostly aim -
    I should find my little one…
    Essay to hear me, Selinda…
    And so, let it be done!
    Ye never know what the terrible thoughts occur…
    I have not ever left thee, pretty daughter of mine
    Oh, Selinda, hurry up my little one!
    Come to mummy,
    Essay to reach my hand

    Oh… try to reach my hand, Selinda!
    I am dying for thine smile
    Come to me my sweet Selinda!
    Come to mummy little girl!

    SELINDA! SELINDA!

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

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

    Till you voyeur serrated crown of graves…

    May my essence appear
    Through pellucid array
    Of the ruptured daylight!
    With hiss dusk preys in glades…
    Smothered by run of time -
    Nascent twilight empowered
    Deepest night to ascend.
    May the planets confer!
    May my spirit arise
    From the dank filthy grave!
    May the night set aflame
    Cold stars upon the mire
    Of the cemetery!

    Come to me my Selinda!
    Come to mummy, Selinda…
    Oh no! -
    There is only your little head
    In my trembling hands!

    Come along with thy mummy in hell! -
    Without thee I shalt drown in a bottomless well of…
    …PAIN!
    I cannot be dead at all…
    I hae heard thy cry, my little girl!
    Oh no!
    This one is not of mine…
    This is someone else…
    My sweet daughter, besides thee
    Selinda!
    Where can I find thee, little one?
    I should find thy place!
    And so, let it be done!

    Oh…
    I should find thy place my dearest! -
    I had found a lot but thee
    Try to reach thy pale-blue fingers… my Selinda!
    Come to mummy little girl!

    Poor mortal whore…
    Doth belong to eternity…
    Having lost all the mind of her own
    By the way she’s bewitched
    With some of Luciferian spells
    But doth not bewitched one
    Have a good time in hell,
    Have a nice time in hell?
    It shalt arise from the tomb of itself…
    Shalt be haunting for the aim
    That is inaccessible

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

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



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