Saffron's Curse Lyrics

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 its vulgar sight two figures
writhe, but one silhouette extends
its fingers to the light.

"Gothic towers tottered on my heels
as I 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 vengeful call on grace,
for even martyrdom backs from its 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 inhumankind comes an
underdog day sunrise, rippling
with fire like femaledition.

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 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.