Вершы: Burn The Priest. 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 dark wing

I take you under my dark wing
And nurture you in hate to dwell forever in a Maison Blanche