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Soft White Throat - Cradle of Filth
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Soft White Throat Cradle of Filth

Soft White Throat - Cradle of Filth
A voyeur in league with the great thief night
In an overthrow of woven 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 winter's bitter graveyards
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