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?