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Saffron’s Curse - Cradle of Filth
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Saffron’s Curse Cradle of Filth

Saffron’s Curse - Cradle of Filth
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 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
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