Our Little Hidden Tresures lyrics

I will make a hole in your head to chain you with the rope of love.
Is this really all you have to offer ? A simple promise of suffering ?
Desire is the father of strength
wrath is the mother of innocence
power is the ultimate gift.
Fear will be the end of your mirage.
I have sealed the bound in fire; how could you escape this maternal care ?
I'm escaping your web like the sand flowing from your hands.
I will bring you down with me ! my body - your prison....
Never - for I am the chosen one
The sculptor of all your defeats.