Lamb of God - Dimera

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?