Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

A in league with the great thief night
In an overthrow of light
Slid in to rob the
She whispered to the air with deliberation

Spare me from the
Clawing past my
me from the ghouls
That start to gnaw my

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

Incense lit at feet
Has burnt so sickly sweet
As the fragrance of her
When her lips met death such imagination

Bear me to the
The toll of bells
me with their boon
Of winters bitter

her fear
I veered beneath her
Of soft meat on
Soft throat

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

And muscular, the thrust
In her over
Covering her
I saw an angel her coma

I fell to
Of a bestial past that
Teaching grief through pupils
Now shone celestial glass in hell, in hell

And doused in the from her parting gift
Never there lay, with curves snowdrifts
A beauty so in bliss
Slumped to the dead to a standing ovation

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

her heart
And every beat spoke
I her risen, naked
Soft throat
white throat

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

And muscular, the final
In her spilled
Smothering her
I was the on her shoulder

Lord I cry, before I die
Grant me the taste of
One final time lest I hide
When seraph call me above

And should remorse not stay my
From debt, wept
Will ask no of you my Lord
Save my soul in hell is kept