Desire has its hold on you
Your diamond skin, sculpted bone
Deceiver, It′s too late for cowards truth
Sever the head of this saint
Awaiting a rusted status
Silenced by power
Ivory witch
Death and disease
Nurture the void
Mental shift
The clear noose it swings with no grip
Persecutor of fate, as the balance tips
Desire has its hold on you
Your diamond skin, sculpted bone
Deceiver, It's too late for cowards truth
Desire
Deceiver
