Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Soft White Throat

Soft White Throat Lyrics

Cradle Of Filth



A voyeur in league with the great thief night

In an overthrow of woven light

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Slid in to rob the prayers

She whispered to the air with thin deliberation



Spare me from the wolves

Clawing past my door


That start to gnaw my fingers



Following her heart

And every beat that spoke

I kissed her risen, naked

Soft white throat



Soft white throat



Incense lit at perfection's feet

Has never burnt so sickly sweet

As the fragrance of her breath

When her lips met death with such imagination



Bear me to the moon

The dour toll of bells

Scare me with their boon

Of winters bitter graveyards



Swallowing her fear

I veered beneath her coat

Of soft white meat on

Soft white throat



Crepuscular, the lust in her

Went supernova

Setting maps aflame

Before her veins ran colder

And muscular, the final thrust

In her spilled over

Covering her back

I saw an angel lift her

Coma



I fell to eyes

Of a bestial past that once

Teaching grief through jaded pupils

Now shone like celestial glass in hell

In hell



And doused in the glow from her parting gift

Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts

A beauty so frozen in bliss

Slumped to warm the dead to a standing ovation



Spare me from the wolves

Clawing past my door

Tear me from the ghouls

That start to gnaw my fingers



Following her heart

And every beat that spoke

I kissed her risen, naked

Soft white throat



Soft white throat



Crepuscular, the lust in her

Went supernova

Setting maps aflame

Before her veins ran colder

And muscular, the final thrust

In her spilled over

Smothering her cracks

I was the devil on her shoulder



Dear Lord I cry, before I die

Grant me the taste of love

One final time lest I should hide

When seraph call me from above



And should remorse not stay my course

From debt, addresses wept

Will ask no more of you my Lord

Save that my soul in hell is kept

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