Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

A voyeur in league with the thief night
In an overthrow of woven
in to rob the prayers
She whispered to the air with deliberation

Spare me from the
past my door
Tear me from the
That start to gnaw my

Following her
And every that spoke
I her risen, naked
Soft white
white throat

Incense lit at feet
Has never burnt so sickly
As the fragrance of her
When her met death with such imagination

me to the moon
The dour toll of
Scare me with their
Of winters bitter

Swallowing her
I beneath her coat
Of white meat on
Soft white

Crepuscular, the in her
supernova
Setting aflame
Before her ran colder

And muscular, the final
In her over
Covering her
I saw an lift her coma

I to eyes
Of a bestial past once
Teaching through jaded pupils
Now shone like glass in hell, in hell

And doused in the glow from her gift
Never there lay, with like snowdrifts
A so frozen in bliss
Slumped to warm the to a standing ovation

me from the wolves
Clawing past my
Tear me from the
That start to gnaw my

her heart
And every that spoke
I kissed her risen,
Soft throat
white throat

Crepuscular, the in her
Went
Setting maps
Before her ran colder

And muscular, the thrust
In her over
her cracks
I was the on her shoulder

Dear Lord I cry, I die
me the taste of love
One final time lest I should
When seraph call me above

And remorse not stay my course
From debt, wept
Will ask no more of you my
Save that my soul in hell is