Frigid - Twitching Tongues

I am the crown made from dirt

I am no more than pain and hurt

I am the shrine, I am the proof

I am belief, I am the truth

I am the kingdom born in decay

I am the wolves to which you obey

I am the crypt, I am the youth

I am belief, I am the truth

Frigid heaven, suspended in hell

Without rule, you wish me to fail

You held me down just to watch me bleed

My heart is dead, you will not succeed

You are the filth bred from wealth

You are a plague, killing yourself

You are that which can’t escape

You are lost without your faith

You are but a battered embrace

You are empty, you are disgrace

It is you who will lose everything

Your judgement will come and I will sing

You held me down just to watch me bleed

My heart is dead, you will not succeed

Follow me to the tomb of your damnation

Death is my weapon, reaping annihilation

I shall rise and rule unhumbly

When all is over, you are mine and you will be like me