Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I found her fate between her wrist and razor
A spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder
Mist hung like thieves wreathed in arabesques
And the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under glass spent
Making love to the dead

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

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

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

I swept her from the abyss of another
her soul from the fetters of fate
To the reins of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the of charmed 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
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun forsakes the to rise

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

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

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

Wind the flame, I gazed out
into 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 as the moon hugs the shore
treachery this that she breathed no more?
Christ you

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

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

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked to get it
I of being 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 of heaven's scent
As and twisted as it is

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