Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where shimmering
Lay in state the sad and damned
A rent lament flung above a whisper
Drew me like a to the haunts of man

I found her tempting fate between her and razor
A spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling
a come dream true under etched glass spent
Making to the beautiful dead

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

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

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

I swept her from the abyss of another
Freeing her soul from the fetters of
To take the reins of
Now night wane mirrors in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed in her thighs
Ballrooms filled black cats scratch
Out of spite and playful

Pricked as a witch her stitches
For lips to lick them dry
Whilst the regrasps, for if she asks
The sun forsakes the to rise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To grant her lows a
And desire's wish
To taste of heaven's scent
As sick and as it is

For her corset laced arsenic
Hides snake curves her midst
her halo of white lies supplies
Her temple to God forbids