| Song | This Twisted Crown |
| Artist | Rome |
| Album | Confessions D'Un Voleur D'Ames |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rome | |
| 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 |
| Rome | |
| 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 inquie tent, c' est vrai. | |
| certains s' en inquie tent. | |
| ever distant | |
| ever silent | |
| these chains of glass | |
| order and instinct | |
| this too shall pass | |
| certains s' en inquie tent, c' est vrai. | |
| certains s' en inquie tent. | |
| 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 |
| Rome | |
| 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 inquiè tent, c' est vrai. | |
| certains s' en inquiè tent. | |
| ever distant | |
| ever silent | |
| these chains of glass | |
| order and instinct | |
| this too shall pass | |
| certains s' en inquiè tent, c' est vrai. | |
| certains s' en inquiè tent. | |
| 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 |