(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.