This Twisted Crown

Rome
this twisted crown
so close and yet so far
a black cravings call
from distant worlds
from a time remote
this too shall pass
absent or mystery
we hold the keys to uncertainty
sometimes art can be nothing but violence
sometimes art can be nothing but cruelty
certains sen inquiètent, cest vrai.
certains sen inquiètent.
ever distant
ever silent
these chains of glass
order and instinct
this too shall pass
certains sen inquiètent, cest vrai.
certains sen inquiètent.
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
so kiss me cold when they drag me down
to have and to hold this twisted crown