Luyện nghe bài hát Saffron's Curse

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

I found her tempting fate her wrist and razor
A spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the of a colder Saviour
Mist hung like thieves wreathed in arabesques
And the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under glass spent
love to the beautiful dead

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

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

From the in her passing
Six feet under or frayed gown
When her hands to midnight
In a stained chamber bound

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

Pricked as a witch her stitches
For familiar lips to them dry
the dark regrasps, for if she asks
The sun the rite to rise

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 will last until the stars
Caught in her train
Fall into line and the sign
That dawn in to their eclipse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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