Soft White Throat Lyrics 
Cradle Of Filth 

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 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 [bad word] 
In her spilled over 
Covering her back 
I saw an angel lift her  [bad word] 

I fell to eyes 
Of a bestial past that once 
Teaching grief through jaded pupils 
Now shone like celestial glass in [bad word] 
In [bad word] 

And doused in the glow from her parting gift 
Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] is kept