Luyện nghe bài hát The Prize Of Beauty

I cannot
Turn my life 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
Kiss the breast

Flamed the sun
Lives undone
Words as snow
Souls and won

An opiate drugged
of shapeless dust
Cries all
Dreams of lust

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

She waits for me in my
Every night brings
Haunts my day, my wake
Oh, my Lord can't you her grow inside of me

Tearing my
For my Lord 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
my hands
It is her way

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

April sheds
Her rain
be, we may live again

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