Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades shimmering snowfall
Lay in state the sad and damned
A lament barely flung above 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 of a colder Saviour
Mist hung thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the earth it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass
Making love to the dead

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

Gothic towers on her heels
As she fled asylum
Committing crimes to soft cells
Where now another's resound

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

I her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing her soul from the of fate
To take the reins of
Now night wane freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of pins in her thighs
filled with black 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 the rite to rise

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

The scars will last until the
in her train bewitched
Fall into and yield the sign
That dawn in born to eclipse

For our in
Comes an day sunrise
Rippling with fire like diction

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

I splintered her and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her 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 in chora for her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I
be together more

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

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

To grant her a remedy
And mine wish
To taste thereof of scent
As and twisted as it is

For her corset laced with
Hides snake curves her midst
Whilst her halo of white supplies
Her temple to what God