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Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Soft White Throat

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Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Soft White Throat




Soft White Throat LyricsCradle Of FilthA voyeur in league with the great thief night( )In an overthrow of woven lightSlid in to rob the prayersShe whispered to the air with thin deliberationSpare me from the wolvesClawing past my doorTear me from the ghoulsThat start to gnaw my fingersFollowing her heartAnd every beat that spokeI kissed her risen, nakedSoft white throatSoft white throatIncense lit at perfection's feetHas never burnt so sickly sweetAs the fragrance of her breathWhen her lips met death with such imaginationBear me to the moonThe dour toll of bellsScare me with their boonOf winters bitter graveyardsSwallowing her fearI veered beneath her coatOf soft white meat onSoft white throatCrepuscular, the lust in herWent supernovaSetting maps aflameBefore her veins ran colderAnd muscular, the final thrustIn her spilled overCovering her backI saw an angel lift herComaI fell to eyesOf a bestial past that onceTeaching grief through jaded pupilsNow shone like celestial glass in hellIn hellAnd doused in the glow from her parting giftNever there lay, with curves like snowdriftsA beauty so frozen in blissSlumped to warm the dead to a standing ovationSpare me from the wolvesClawing past my doorTear me from the ghoulsThat start to gnaw my fingersFollowing her heartAnd every beat that spokeI kissed her risen, nakedSoft white throatSoft white throatCrepuscular, the lust in herWent supernovaSetting maps aflameBefore her veins ran colderAnd muscular, the final thrustIn her spilled overSmothering her cracksI was the devil on her shoulderDear Lord I cry, before I dieGrant me the taste of loveOne final time lest I should hideWhen seraph call me from aboveAnd should remorse not stay my courseFrom debt, addresses weptWill ask no more of you my LordSave that my soul in hell is kept




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