The Prize Of Beauty - My Dying Bride

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