| Song | Beautiful Soul |
| Artist | Pendragon |
| Album | Men Who Climb Mountains |
| Perception is without a doubt the strangest of all our animal instincts | |
| Dealt by deception and a shameless ever self promoting hand | |
| Guided by a race that fails to find a foothold of clear understanding | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| But the world’s full of fools | |
| Too scared to climb the peaks of the truth | |
| And there’s nothing you can do about that | |
| Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Raising up your golden calf | |
| Human idols of your fixation | |
| Would it hurt so much to accept | |
| The truth of this fraudulent flirtation? | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| The devil’s daughter that brings flowers and always sings | |
| But never takes the time with the ones you love | |
| Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| The world's full of fools | |
| And there's nothing you can do about that | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Cry to the sky | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| What’s done is done | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| All that you want, you stupid freak | |
| Till you tear out your nails and your hair | |
| And that thousand yard stare | |
| Say what you want | |
| No one cares what you think anymore | |
| No one cares | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| What’s done is done | |
| You’re just as screwed up as the rest of us |
| Perception is without a doubt the strangest of all our animal instincts | |
| Dealt by deception and a shameless ever self promoting hand | |
| Guided by a race that fails to find a foothold of clear understanding | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| But the world' s full of fools | |
| Too scared to climb the peaks of the truth | |
| And there' s nothing you can do about that | |
| Who' s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Who' s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Raising up your golden calf | |
| Human idols of your fixation | |
| Would it hurt so much to accept | |
| The truth of this fraudulent flirtation? | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| Still you shine | |
| You shine | |
| The devil' s daughter that brings flowers and always sings | |
| But never takes the time with the ones you love | |
| Who' s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| Who' s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? | |
| The world' s full of fools | |
| And there' s nothing you can do about that | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Cry to the sky | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| What' s done is done | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| All that you want, you stupid freak | |
| Till you tear out your nails and your hair | |
| And that thousand yard stare | |
| Say what you want | |
| No one cares what you think anymore | |
| No one cares | |
| Rage to the sun | |
| Scream to the wind | |
| What' s done is done | |
| You' re just as screwed up as the rest of us |