Saffron's Curse Lyrics - Midian - 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 

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"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 

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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 right 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 yield 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.