Saffron's Curse Lyric Cradle of Filth LOVECRAFT AND WITCH HEARTS

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.

 

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