Shallow Rivers - To the Fairest lyrics

Goddess of beauty and love Reveal your rival to me Loose your greed for blasphemous enviousness Dear Lady of Cythera Give me the prize that I lust The gift that all should me mine By your hand guide me To war Did I break your fragile heart? Did I shade your precious glory with sheer misery? Are those fiery wicked eyes blinding you Your deadened mind stupefying? A desire for rest You're torn apart from her At the wedding feast İn unbearable sadness She'll dry your tears With wine lips Milk white skin Will strip your mourning away Be mine In white capes of snow silk One by one they entered the palace Come to decide upon the apple of strife Would you give it to the fairest? Agony of defeat Demоlished lands Shattered chaos of the battlefield and your soul Vanity ravaged by war Helena, I'll bring all their treasure to your knees I murder them all I conquer them all I slay and make them suffering Be mine Clouds obscure ethereal victory The defeat will be my revenge forever Here I die alone with no sympathy Still I stand alone for my prize