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