Lyrics
The key to your mind
The black crow in the field
Numb the pain you can't feel anymore
You let go of the things you used to adore
He was locked away in a cathedral
The noble steed had death by guillotine
The blood in the chalice of the queen
As the jester cries alone from evil deeds
The priest on the hill kissed the feet
Of the sinful peasants lying through their teeth
The key to your mind
The black crow in the field
Numb the pain you can't feel anymore
You let go of the things you used to adore
He was locked away in a cathedral
The noble steed had death by guillotine
The blood in the chalice of the queen
As the jester cries alone from evil deeds