Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

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

She has and severed 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 screams

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

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

as a witch her stitches itch
For familiar lips to them dry
the dark 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 scars will until the stars
Caught in her train
Fall line and yield the sign
dawn in born to their eclipse

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

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

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

I wished her back but the adored her
Even wild sang in chora for her
Saffron from my heart, the start I swore
be together more

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

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

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

For her laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves her midst
Whilst her halo of lies supplies
Her to what God forbids