The Prize Of Beauty Lyrics - Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light - My Dying Bride

I cannot turn 

Turn my life unto you 

What must I do 

A storm of ebony hair 

A hail of wickedness 

Handsome as a God 

Wild and shameless 

Given the prize of beauty 

Image of wretchedness 

Divine like no other 

Kiss the poison breast 

Flamed like the sun 

Lives made undone 

Words soft as snow 

Souls claimed and won 

An opiate drugged haze 

Beds of shapeless dust 

Cries all night 

Dreams of filthy lust 

Lair of hopelessness 

Mires of sorrow, never fails 

Our lives are borrowed 

Hold fast my soul 

She waits for me in my dreams 

Every night misery brings 

Haunts my day, haunts my wake 

Oh, my Lord can't you feel her grow inside of me 

Tearing my mind 

For once my Lord please help me 

Believe in you 

She claims the day in her name 

Over you and over me 

We dare to be, be ourselves 

Next to her and all her war 

She comes our way 

And takes the day 

From my hands 

It is her way 

The milk of woman fills up my 

Branching veins and lonely heart 

Trembling children, she adores 

And gives flight to her art 

When April sheds 

Her fitful rain 

Glory be, we may live again 

Truly, my hope will perish within her 

Truly, as always I cannot forgive her 

Cruelly she keeps me near to her 

Forever to this day