Текстове на песни:
My Dying Bride The Prize Of Beauty

. 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

oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black