Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

Through where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and
A rent lament barely above a whisper
Drew me a ghost to the haunts of man

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

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

Gothic towers on her heels
As she fled grounds
hard crimes to soft cells
Where now screams resound

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

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

Pricked as a her stitches itch
For familiar lips to them dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she
The sun forsakes the to rise

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

The scars will last 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 amidst the flame, I out
Tapped the fog and shared her pain
When in her she sought his leave
And begged

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

I wished her but the dead adored her
Even wild winds in chora for her
Saffron from my heart, from the 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 power and the sucked hard to get it
I dream of being God but ever to regret it
Our nature decrees that Jesus wept come for
The devil on her

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

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