Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and
A lament barely flung above a whisper
Drew me like a ghost to the of man

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

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

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

From the gaspings in her
Six feet under or frayed gown
When her hands pointed to
In a white stained bound

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

Pricked as a witch her itch
For familiar to lick them dry
Whilst the regrasps, for if she asks
The sun the rite to rise

And is the first to discern, this angel's return
Is a vengeful on grace
For even martyrdom from it's suicide pacts
A of twisted fate betrayed

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

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

Wind the flame, I gazed out
Tapped into the fog and shared her
in her mind she sought his leave
And begged

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

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

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

She schemes of growing power and the lengths hard to get it
I of being God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund nature decrees Jesus wept come for
The devil on her

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

For her corset laced with
Hides snake within her midst
Whilst her halo of white lies
Her to what God forbids