Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

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

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

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

Incense lit at perfection's
Has never burnt so sickly
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her heart
And every beat that
I her risen, naked
Soft throat
Soft throat

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

And muscular, the final
In her spilled
her cracks
I was the devil on her

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

And should not stay my course
debt, addresses wept
Will ask no more of you my
Save that my in hell is kept