Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where shimmering
Lay in state the sad and damned
A rent lament flung above a whisper
Drew me a ghost to the haunts of man

I found her tempting between her wrist and razor
A kindred spirit in a
the stature of a colder Saviour
Mist hung thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it her drawling breast
Like a come dream under etched glass spent
Making to the beautiful dead

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

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

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

I swept her from the abyss of another
Freeing her from the fetters of fate
To take the of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed in her thighs
Ballrooms with black cats scratch
Out of spite and eyes

Pricked as a her stitches itch
For lips to lick them dry
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun the rite to rise

And is the to discern, that this angel's return
Is a vengeful call on
For martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts
A of twisted fate betrayed

The scars will until the stars
Caught in her train
Fall line and yield the sign
That dawn in born to eclipse

For our in
Comes an day sunrise
Rippling with fire like diction

amidst the flame, I gazed out
Tapped into the fog and her pain
When in her mind she sought his
And forgiveness

I splintered her and lie on the floor
Of a with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this she breathed no more?
Christ you

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

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

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

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

For her laced with arsenic
Hides curves within her midst
Whilst her halo of white supplies
Her temple to God forbids