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?
Autor(es): ADLER, BLYTHE, CAMPBELL, MORTON, SPEAR