Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

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

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

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

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

me to the moon
The toll of bells
Scare me with boon
Of winters graveyards

Swallowing her
I veered her coat
Of soft white on
Soft white

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

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

I to eyes
Of a bestial past that
Teaching through jaded pupils
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 from the
Clawing my door
Tear me the ghouls
start to gnaw my fingers

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

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

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

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

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