Текст песни Divina Enema - Bewitched Whore (Does Belong To Eternity
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(So I was in a Printing-house in Hell, andsaw the method in which knowledge istransmitted from generation to generation)As it had been told...And all of the wordsWere being swept awayBy the windOf stupidity,It seems to me...During your life`s darkest wayYou`re going to be bewitched by painSo strong so you`ll have to eat your fearUntil you die and disappear.By the way,During your life`s deepest roadYou will have seen and heard a lot -You`re going to be bewitched by this.You will have given, you`ll have missedAll of the sweetest dreams of yours.I wonder so what kind of whoresDo you belong to? I`ll try to guess...I`ve seen there`s only chaos and mess...That`s why there`s only sleepy fireOf hunger, curses and desireAnd 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 nowThe hollow - hearted voice of timeDoes make me sing to you a lullabyThere 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 oneUnder the shelter of orphanage of St. JohnShe 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 sentinelGhostly 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 mineOh, Selinda, hurry up my little one!Come to mummy,Essay to reach my handOh... try to reach my hand, Selinda!I am dying for thine smileCome 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 lifeThou 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 wellComing closer to the hell,Coming faster to the hell!ONLY WRATH SHALT DISLODGEUGLY BEAST FROM HIS LAIRTHOU MAY LOSE THY POOR HEAD,THY DISGUSTING SOULBUT THY FEARS NEVER LEAVE THEE...AND THEY WILT BE NEXT TO THEE.THEY WILT BE BREATHING, INDEEDTILL THY ESSENCE BE FREED.Till you voyeur serrated crown of graves...May my essence appearThrough pellucid arrayOf the ruptured daylight!With hiss dusk preys in glades...Smothered by run of time -Nascent twilight empoweredDeepest night to ascend.May the planets confer!May my spirit ariseFrom the dank filthy grave!May the night set aflameCold stars upon the mireOf the cemetery!Come to me my Selinda!Come to mummy, Selinda...Oh no! -There is only your little headIn 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 theeSelinda!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 theeTry 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 ownBy the way she`s bewitchedWith some of Luciferian spellsBut doth not bewitched oneHave a good time in hell,Have a nice time in hell?It shalt arise from the tomb of itself...Shalt be haunting for the aimThat is inaccessibleSelinda, here I am! Try to bereaveThy 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 starsShine in the sky and waste their light for us.