Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

A voyeur in league the great thief night
In an overthrow of woven
Slid in to rob the
She to the air with thin deliberation

Spare me from the
Clawing my door
me from the ghouls
That start to my fingers

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

lit at perfection's feet
Has never burnt so sickly
As the of her breath
When her lips met death such imagination

me to the moon
The dour toll of
Scare me with boon
Of bitter graveyards

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

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

And muscular, the thrust
In her spilled
her back
I saw an lift her coma

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

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

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

Following her
And beat that spoke
I kissed her risen,
white throat
Soft throat

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

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

Dear Lord I cry, I die
Grant me the taste of
One final time I should hide
When seraph call me from

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