Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I found her fate between her wrist and razor
A kindred spirit in a
the stature of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like wreathed in scant 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 sight
Two writhe, but one silhouette
Extends its fingers to the

towers tottered on her heels
As she fled grounds
Committing hard crimes to cells
now another's screams resound

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

I swept her the abyss of another dementia
Freeing her soul from the of fate
To the reins of pleasure
Now night wane mirrors freeze in
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her
Ballrooms filled with black cats
Out of spite and playful

Pricked as a witch her itch
For familiar lips to lick 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 call on grace
For even martyrdom backs it's suicide pacts
A of twisted fate betrayed

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

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

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

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

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

Creation froze with the of death
But still she stirred and bereft
Of save for the aeons left
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 decrees that Jesus wept come for
The on her knees

To her lows a remedy
And mine wish
To taste thereof of scent
As sick and as it is

For her corset laced arsenic
Hides snake within her midst
Whilst her of white lies supplies
Her temple to what God