Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

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

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

Gothic tottered on her heels
As she asylum grounds
hard crimes to soft cells
Where now another's resound

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wind the flame, I gazed out
Tapped into the fog and shared her
in her mind she sought his leave
And forgiveness

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

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

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

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

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

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