Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I found her tempting fate her wrist and razor
A kindred in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder
Mist like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling
Like a come dream under etched glass spent
love to the beautiful dead

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

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

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

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 in her thighs
filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and playful

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

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

The scars will last the stars
Caught in her train
Fall into line and the sign
That dawn in born to eclipse

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

amidst the flame, I gazed out
Tapped the fog and shared her pain
When in her mind she sought his
And begged

I splintered her 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 adored her
Even winds sang in chora for her
from my heart, from the start I swore
We'd be together

Creation with the triumph of death
But still she stirred and awoke
Of concern save for the aeons
To lead the

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

To her lows a remedy
And desire's wish
To taste thereof of 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 what God