Saffron's Curse Lyrics

Song	Saffron's Curse
Artist	Cradle of Filth
Album	Midian
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	作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani
	Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
	Lay in state with the sad and damned
	A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
	Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man
	I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor
	A kindred spirit in a graveyard
	Beneath the stature of a colder
	SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
	And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
	Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
	Making love to the beautiful dead
	She has sinned and severed
	HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight
	Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
	Extends its fingers to the light
	Gothic towers tottered on her heels
	As she fled asylum grounds
	Committing hard crimes to soft cells
	Where now another's screams resound
	From the gaspings in her passing
	Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
	When her hands pointed to midnight
	In a white stained chamber bound
	I swept her from the abyss of another dementia
	Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate
	To take the reins of pleasure
	Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure
	At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs
	Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
	Out of spite and playful eyes
	Pricked as a witch her stitches itch
	For familiar lips to lick them dry
	Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks
	The sun forsakes the rite to rise
	And is the first to discern, that this angel's return
	Is a vengeful call on grace
	For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts
	A leap of twisted fate betrayed
	The scars will last until the stars
	Caught in her train bewitched
	Fall into line and yield the sign
	That dawn in born to their eclipse
	For our in humankind
	Comes an underdog day sunrise
	Rippling with fire like female diction
	Wind amidst the flame,
	I gazed out
	Tapped into the fog and shared her pain
	When in her mind she sought his leave
	And begged forgiveness
	I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor
	Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
	What treachery this that she breathed no more?
	Christ you bastard
	I wished her back but the dead adored her
	Even wild winds sang in chora for her
	Saffron from my heart, from the start
	I sworeWe'd be together more
	Creation froze with the triumph of death
	But still she stirred and awoke bereft
	Of concern save for the aeons left
	To lead the darkness
	She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
	I dream of being
	God but ever living to regret it
	Our fecund nature decrees that
	Jesus wept come for
	The devil on her knees
	To grant her lows a remedy
	And mine desire's wish
	To taste thereof of heaven's scent
	As sick and twisted as it is
	For her corset laced with arsenic
	Hides snake curves within her midst
	Whilst her halo of white lies supplies
	Her temple to what
	God forbids

	zuo ci : Cradle of Filth, Dani
	Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
	Lay in state with the sad and damned
	A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
	Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man
	I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor
	A kindred spirit in a graveyard
	Beneath the stature of a colder
	SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
	And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
	Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
	Making love to the beautiful dead
	She has sinned and severed
	HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight
	Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
	Extends its fingers to the light
	Gothic towers tottered on her heels
	As she fled asylum grounds
	Committing hard crimes to soft cells
	Where now another' s screams resound
	From the gaspings in her passing
	Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
	When her hands pointed to midnight
	In a white stained chamber bound
	I swept her from the abyss of another dementia
	Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate
	To take the reins of pleasure
	Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure
	At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs
	Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
	Out of spite and playful eyes
	Pricked as a witch her stitches itch
	For familiar lips to lick them dry
	Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks
	The sun forsakes the rite to rise
	And is the first to discern, that this angel' s return
	Is a vengeful call on grace
	For even martyrdom backs from it' s suicide pacts
	A leap of twisted fate betrayed
	The scars will last until the stars
	Caught in her train bewitched
	Fall into line and yield the sign
	That dawn in born to their eclipse
	For our in humankind
	Comes an underdog day sunrise
	Rippling with fire like female diction
	Wind amidst the flame,
	I gazed out
	Tapped into the fog and shared her pain
	When in her mind she sought his leave
	And begged forgiveness
	I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor
	Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
	What treachery this that she breathed no more?
	Christ you bastard
	I wished her back but the dead adored her
	Even wild winds sang in chora for her
	Saffron from my heart, from the start
	I sworeWe' d be together more
	Creation froze with the triumph of death
	But still she stirred and awoke bereft
	Of concern save for the aeons left
	To lead the darkness
	She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
	I dream of being
	God but ever living to regret it
	Our fecund nature decrees that
	Jesus wept come for
	The devil on her knees
	To grant her lows a remedy
	And mine desire' s wish
	To taste thereof of heaven' s scent
	As sick and twisted as it is
	For her corset laced with arsenic
	Hides snake curves within her midst
	Whilst her halo of white lies supplies
	Her temple to what
	God forbids

	zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani
	Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
	Lay in state with the sad and damned
	A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
	Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man
	I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor
	A kindred spirit in a graveyard
	Beneath the stature of a colder
	SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
	And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
	Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
	Making love to the beautiful dead
	She has sinned and severed
	HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight
	Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
	Extends its fingers to the light
	Gothic towers tottered on her heels
	As she fled asylum grounds
	Committing hard crimes to soft cells
	Where now another' s screams resound
	From the gaspings in her passing
	Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
	When her hands pointed to midnight
	In a white stained chamber bound
	I swept her from the abyss of another dementia
	Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate
	To take the reins of pleasure
	Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure
	At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs
	Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
	Out of spite and playful eyes
	Pricked as a witch her stitches itch
	For familiar lips to lick them dry
	Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks
	The sun forsakes the rite to rise
	And is the first to discern, that this angel' s return
	Is a vengeful call on grace
	For even martyrdom backs from it' s suicide pacts
	A leap of twisted fate betrayed
	The scars will last until the stars
	Caught in her train bewitched
	Fall into line and yield the sign
	That dawn in born to their eclipse
	For our in humankind
	Comes an underdog day sunrise
	Rippling with fire like female diction
	Wind amidst the flame,
	I gazed out
	Tapped into the fog and shared her pain
	When in her mind she sought his leave
	And begged forgiveness
	I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor
	Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
	What treachery this that she breathed no more?
	Christ you bastard
	I wished her back but the dead adored her
	Even wild winds sang in chora for her
	Saffron from my heart, from the start
	I sworeWe' d be together more
	Creation froze with the triumph of death
	But still she stirred and awoke bereft
	Of concern save for the aeons left
	To lead the darkness
	She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
	I dream of being
	God but ever living to regret it
	Our fecund nature decrees that
	Jesus wept come for
	The devil on her knees
	To grant her lows a remedy
	And mine desire' s wish
	To taste thereof of heaven' s scent
	As sick and twisted as it is
	For her corset laced with arsenic
	Hides snake curves within her midst
	Whilst her halo of white lies supplies
	Her temple to what
	God forbids

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