Dispirit
Desire has its hold on you
Your diamond skin, sculpted bone
Deceiver, It's too late for cowards truth

Severe 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