This Twisted Crown

So close and yet so far

A black craving's call

From distant worlds

From a time remote

This too shall pass

Absent or mystery

We hold the key to uncertainty

(Sometimes art should be nothing but violence!

Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!

Certains s'en inquiètent, c'est vrai.

Certains s'en inquiètent.)

So kiss me cold

when they chain me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

So kiss me cold when they chain me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

Ever distant

Ever silent

These chains of glass

Order and instinct

This too shall pass

(Certains s'en inquiètent, c'est vrai.

Certains s'en inquiètent.)

So kiss me cold

When they chain me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

So kiss me cold

When they chain me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

So kiss me cold

When they pull me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

(Sometimes art should be nothing but violence!)

Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!)

So kiss me cold

When they drag me down

To have and to hold

This twisted crown

(Sometimes art should be nothing but violence!)

Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!)