In the end is the prize of beauty.

I cannot 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 falls.
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 ourselves next to her and all her war.
She comes our way and takes the day from my hands,
it is her way.

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.

Sempre a odiaste, pois pensavas que não, mas a música eras tu.

Recomendo a versão original, visto que a do clip tem alguns cortes que tiram demasiada profundidade ao tema. Tipo o fim da música, que no clip é inexistente.