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  • 标题:Soft White Throat

    标签: 总谱

    艺人:Cradle of Filth

    专辑:Nymphetamine (Bonus)

    作词:Lucifersangel

    作曲:Lucifersangel

    节拍: ♩ = 120

    标记:2:023:41
    歌词:
    A voyeur in league with the great thief night
    In an overthrow of women light
    Slid in to rob the prayers
    She whispered to the air with thin deliberation

    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

    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

    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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