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 whispered to the air with thin

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

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

Incense lit at feet
Has never so sickly sweet
As the of her breath
When her lips met death such imagination

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

her fear
I veered her coat
Of soft meat on
white throat

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

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

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

And doused in the glow from her gift
Never lay, with curves like snowdrifts
A so frozen in bliss
to warm the dead to a standing ovation

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

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

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

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

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

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