Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades shimmering snowfall
Lay in with the sad and damned
A rent lament barely flung a whisper
me like a ghost to the haunts of man

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

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

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

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

I her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing her from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of
Now wane mirrors freeze in seizure
At the of charmed pins in her thighs
Ballrooms filled with cats scratch
Out of spite and eyes

Pricked as a witch her itch
For familiar lips to them dry
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun forsakes the rite to

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

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

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

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

I splintered her coffin and lie on the
Of a vault her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What this that she breathed no more?
Christ you

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

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

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 a remedy
And desire's wish
To thereof of heaven's scent
As and twisted as it is

For her corset laced with
Hides snake within her midst
Whilst her halo of white lies
Her temple to God forbids