Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where snowfall
Lay in state the sad and damned
A rent barely flung above a whisper
Drew me like a to the haunts of man

I her tempting fate between her wrist and razor
A spirit in a graveyard
the stature of a colder Saviour
Mist hung thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass
Making to the beautiful dead

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

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

the gaspings in her passing
Six feet under or beneath gown
her hands pointed to midnight
In a stained chamber bound

I swept her from the abyss of another
Freeing her soul the fetters of fate
To the reins of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the of charmed pins in her thighs
Ballrooms filled with black scratch
Out of spite and eyes

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

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

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

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

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

I her coffin and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the
What treachery that she breathed no more?
Christ you

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

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

She schemes of growing power and the lengths hard to get it
I dream of God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept 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 arsenic
Hides snake curves within her
her halo of white lies supplies
Her temple to God forbids