The Prize Of Beauty Lyrics
| Song | The Prize Of Beauty |
| Artist | My Dying Bride |
| Album | Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| I cannot turn | |
| Turn my life unto you | |
| What must | |
| I doA storm of ebony hair | |
| A hail of wickedness | |
| Handsome as a | |
| GodWild 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 |
| zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
| I cannot turn | |
| Turn my life unto you | |
| What must | |
| I doA storm of ebony hair | |
| A hail of wickedness | |
| Handsome as a | |
| GodWild 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 |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| I cannot turn | |
| Turn my life unto you | |
| What must | |
| I doA storm of ebony hair | |
| A hail of wickedness | |
| Handsome as a | |
| GodWild 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 |
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