Bewitched Whore (does Belong To Eternity: Cry For Selind) Lyrics - Singles - Divina Enema

(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.