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

me from the wolves
Clawing my door
Tear me the ghouls
That to gnaw my fingers

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

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

me to the moon
The dour of bells
me with their boon
Of winters bitter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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