frigg n' ophelia (the girl)

touch her skin
the sweet sensation of all your sin
and the ruins of your prize

her banner waves
high above the city
of the flayed delights
and sympathy and all those hell blessed nights

so what if she's just a lost and found
for lonely souls
and slaves who seek control

touch her skin
the sweet relation of all your sin
and the glory of your eyes

her banner carves
itself across the
dim night sky
and sympathy and all those hell blessed sights

so what if she's just a beast in pound
a prison
and the key to her demise

touch her skin
the sour relation of all your sin
and the glory of the skies

her banner waves
high above the beasts
her banner waves
high above the beasts
who know not the pain of man