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 keys to uncertainty

Sometimes art can be nothing but violence
Sometimes art can be nothing but cruelty
Certains s'en inquiètent, c'est vrai
Certains s'en inquiètent

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 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