Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where snowfall
Lay in with the sad and damned
A rent lament 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
the stature of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like thieves in scant arabesques
And through the earth it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under glass spent
Making love to the beautiful

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

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

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

I swept her from the of another dementia
Freeing her soul from the of fate
To take the of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the glimpse of pins in her thighs
Ballrooms filled black cats scratch
Out of and playful eyes

Pricked as a witch her itch
For lips to lick them dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she
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 fate betrayed

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

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

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

I splintered her and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon the shore
What treachery this that she breathed no
Christ you

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

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

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

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

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