Tytuł: Mephisto

• Wykonawca: Moonspell
• Wyświetleń: 234

  
   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
  And as some go feral in strange performances
  Dressing customs that are metaphors
  Of your disease
  Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto
  Laughing, I feed you
  With meaningless games, tricks and philopsophies
  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 realy inflame Me
  As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto
  I am an angel who dresses in red
  Riding above you, etching fire rings
  I have learned to fly
  Don´t you remember?
  
  While you still have not come down
  From you long-dead tree
  I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul
  Marves and wild dreams can be yours
  
  I can teach you how iron turn to gold
  And how life can grow so old
  But I am a demon who dresses in red
  And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto