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?