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Soft White Throat

by Cradle of Filth

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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 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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