Lamb Of God Dimera
[Incomprehensible] of the opal banded finger
I will throw you into a concentric mental decline
I control your elation, I control your emotion
I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir
I take you under my black wing
I take you under my dark wing and nurture
You in hate to dwell forever in a Maison Blanche
Purity through corruption
