My Dying Bride The Prize Of Beauty lyrics

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