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
me like a ghost to the haunts of man

I found her tempting fate between her and razor
A kindred in a graveyard
Beneath the of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant
And through the chill earth it her drawling breast
Like a come dream true etched glass spent
Making love to the beautiful

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

Gothic towers on her heels
As she fled grounds
Committing hard crimes to soft
Where now another's screams

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

I swept her from the of another dementia
Freeing her soul from the fetters of
To the reins of pleasure
Now night wane freeze in seizure
At the of charmed pins in her thighs
filled with black cats scratch
Out of and playful eyes

as a witch 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, this angel's return
Is a call on grace
For even martyrdom from it's suicide pacts
A leap of twisted betrayed

The scars will until the stars
in her train bewitched
Fall into line and 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
in her mind she sought his leave
And forgiveness

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

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

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

She schemes of growing power and the lengths hard to get it
I of being God but ever living 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 laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves her midst
Whilst her of white lies supplies
Her temple to God forbids