| Song | Dimera |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | Burn the Priest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? |