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