Lamb Of God - Dimera lyrics

With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a

concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your

depression. 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, who am I to

blame when your basest instincts are realized?