Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I found her fate between her wrist and razor
A spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it bedwed her breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass
Making love to the dead

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

Gothic towers tottered on her
As she asylum grounds
Committing hard crimes to cells
Where now screams resound

the gaspings in her passing
Six feet under or beneath gown
When her hands to midnight
In a white stained bound

I swept her the abyss of another dementia
her soul from the fetters of fate
To the reins of pleasure
Now night mirrors freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of pins in her thighs
filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and eyes

Pricked as a witch her stitches
For familiar lips to lick dry
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun forsakes the to rise

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

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

For our in
Comes an underdog day
with fire like female diction

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

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

I her back but the dead adored her
Even wild winds in chora for her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I
be together more

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

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

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

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