Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

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

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

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

From the in her passing
Six feet under or beneath frayed
When her hands to midnight
In a white stained chamber

I swept her from the of another dementia
Freeing her from the fetters of fate
To the reins of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her
Ballrooms filled with 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 to rise

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

The scars last until the stars
in her train bewitched
Fall into line and the sign
That in born to their eclipse

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

amidst the flame, I gazed out
Tapped the fog and shared her pain
When in her she sought his leave
And begged

I her coffin and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery that she breathed no more?
Christ you

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

froze with the triumph of death
But she stirred and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the left
To lead the

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

To grant her a remedy
And desire's wish
To taste of heaven's scent
As sick and as it is

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