Mephisto

Well, I think so much, in Monsfeld, we believe, and we are a living proof of that
And you are a living proof of that
That ignorance is the best shared thing among all elements of the human race
We strongly believe that the only radical, last rational solution
Will be to the temptation of someone who has many names and many faces

Mephisto!

As madmen, some hung head down
From a long dead tree
Some discuss, all at once
For no one to hear

Variations on emptiness
Great themes on vain glory

Variations on emptiness
Great themes on vain glory

And as some go feral in strange performances
Dressing customs that are metaphors of your disease
Hungry eyes are looking for me

The Mephisto
The Mephisto
The Mephisto

Laughing with meaningless games, tricks and philosophies
Whose answers you would die for
In your hunger to believe

How it does amuse me
And makes me wonder for how long that it was Mine
Because now, it does really inflame me
As if ignorance was my secret desire

Mephisto

I am an angel (angel) who dresses in red (red)
Riding above you, etching fire rings
I have learned to fly, don't you remember?
While you still have not jumped down from your long-dead tree

I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul
Marvels and wild dreams they can be yours
I can teach you how iron when it turns to gold
And how life can grow so old

Mephisto
Mephisto
Mephisto
And I hope you will not understand
Mephisto