Various Artists - Saffron's Curse - Текст песни

 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 saviour
 Mist 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 Heaven
 And in it's vulgar sight
 Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
 Extends it's 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 nightwane 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 vengefull 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 yeild the sign
 That Dawn in born to their eclipse 

 For Our In humankind
 Comes an underdog day Sunrise
 Rippling with fire llike femaledition 

 Iplintered Her coffin and lay 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 swore
 We'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.