Soft White Throat Lyrics 

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 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