Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where snowfall
Lay in state the sad and damned
A rent lament barely flung above a
me like a ghost to the haunts of man

I found her tempting fate between her and razor
A kindred in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder
Mist like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under glass spent
Making to the beautiful dead

She has sinned and Heaven
And in its vulgar
Two writhe, but one silhouette
Extends its fingers to the

towers tottered on her heels
As she asylum grounds
hard crimes to soft cells
Where now another's screams

the gaspings in her passing
Six feet under or frayed gown
her hands pointed to midnight
In a stained chamber bound

I her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing her soul from the fetters of
To take the of pleasure
Now night wane freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of pins in her thighs
filled with black cats scratch
Out of and playful eyes

Pricked as a her stitches itch
For familiar lips to lick dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she
The sun forsakes the rite to

And is the first to discern, this angel's return
Is a vengeful on grace
For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide
A leap of fate betrayed

The scars will last until the
Caught in her bewitched
Fall line and yield the sign
That in born to their eclipse

For our in
an underdog day sunrise
Rippling with like female diction

Wind amidst the flame, I out
Tapped into the fog and shared her
When in her she sought his leave
And forgiveness

I splintered her and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon the shore
What treachery this that she breathed no
you bastard

I wished her back but the dead her
Even wild winds sang in for her
from my heart, from the start I swore
We'd be together

Creation froze with the triumph of
But still she and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the aeons
To lead the

She schemes of power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
I of being God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund decrees that Jesus wept come for
The on her knees

To grant her lows a
And mine wish
To taste thereof of scent
As and twisted as it is

For her laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves her midst
Whilst her halo of lies supplies
Her temple to what God