Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I her tempting fate between her wrist and razor
A kindred in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder
Mist hung thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it her drawling breast
a come dream true under etched glass spent
Making love to the dead

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

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

the gaspings in her passing
Six under or beneath frayed gown
When her hands pointed to
In a white stained chamber

I swept her the abyss of another dementia
her soul from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of
Now night wane mirrors freeze in
At the of charmed pins in her thighs
Ballrooms filled with black scratch
Out of spite and playful

as a witch her stitches itch
For familiar to lick them dry
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun forsakes the rite to

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

The scars last until the stars
in her train bewitched
Fall line and yield the sign
That in born to their eclipse

For our in
an underdog day sunrise
Rippling with fire female diction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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