Beauty of a frozen night 
 [bad word] to take you by the hand 
With torment, she will do what's right 
Erase the wounds by hands of man 
But every soul is not the same 
Destroy my kingdom I have built 
To fill your heart with lustful shame 
Consume your mind with endless guilt 

Inner demons hold me closely 
Desecration, they;re not holy 
Hidden hands will sever their heads 
Lay them to rest on their death bed 

Hanging head on sacred ground 
Paradise to lands of waste 
Cloudy eyes, they make no sounds 
Vengeful hearts make no mistakes 
Now is the time, summon the saint 
The ties that bind are now enslaved 
Her scythe will heal, their blood as paint 
Our Holy Death is not afraid 

Inner demons hold me closely 
Desecration, they;re not holy 
Hidden hands will sever their heads 
Lay them to rest on their death bed 

(Repeat [bad word] x 2)