Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I turn
Turn my unto you
What I do

A storm of ebony
A of wickedness
as a God
Wild and

the prize of beauty
Image of
Divine like no
the poison breast

Flamed the sun
Lives made
soft as snow
Souls and won

An opiate haze
of shapeless dust
Cries all
of filthy lust

Lair of
Mires of sorrow, never
Our lives are
Hold fast my

She for me in my dreams
Every night brings
Haunts my day, haunts my
Oh, my can't you feel her grow inside of me

my mind
For once my please help me
in you

She claims the day in her
Over you and me
We dare to be, be
to her and all her war

She our way
And the day
From my
It is her way

The milk of woman up my
Branching veins and heart
Trembling children, she
And flight to her art

When sheds
Her fitful
Glory be, we may again

Truly, my will perish within her
Truly, as always I cannot her
she keeps me near to her
Forever to day