Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and
A rent lament barely above a whisper
Drew me like a to the haunts of man

I found her tempting fate between her wrist and
A kindred spirit in a
Beneath the stature of a colder
hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass
Making love to the dead

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

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

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

I swept her from the abyss of dementia
Freeing her from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of
Now night wane mirrors freeze in
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her
filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and eyes

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

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

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

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

Wind amidst the flame, I 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 her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that she no more?
Christ you

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

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

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

To her lows a remedy
And mine desire's
To taste of heaven's scent
As and twisted as it is

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