Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

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

Spare me the wolves
Clawing my door
Tear me the ghouls
That start to my fingers

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

Incense lit at perfection's
Has burnt so sickly sweet
As the of her breath
her lips met death with such imagination

Bear me to the
The dour of bells
Scare me their boon
Of winters bitter

Swallowing her
I veered beneath her
Of soft meat on
white throat

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

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

I fell to
Of a bestial that once
Teaching grief through jaded
Now shone like glass in hell, in hell

And doused in the glow from her parting
there lay, with curves like snowdrifts
A beauty so frozen in
Slumped to the dead to a standing ovation

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

Following her
And every beat that
I kissed her risen,
Soft throat
Soft throat

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

And muscular, the thrust
In her spilled
Smothering her
I was the devil on her

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

And should remorse not my course
From debt, addresses
Will ask no more of you my
Save that my soul in is kept