Mephistopheles

Zealous, born and bred Through every measure I follow the sign I lose the sense of time I reach the threshold and endure the lie The reckoning within It will never be the same Tighter and tighter we bend To the Mephistophelean Take your hold and send me to the dark lands Depraved turmoil Once rooted in the soil Emerges in blue light amid the ire The human condition enters its final form Mephistopheles himself finds it wholly wicked The reckoning within It will never be the same Tighter and tighter we bend How Mephistophelean Depths of my abstract consciousness Will you rise at all again Or will you succumb to the curse Of knowledge and power Accept your fate Understand why you are here Face imminent demise You know what we want from you Your withered bones, molten flesh And gently woven tears Knowledge and power Lead to the bog of burdensome err O' Mephistopheles