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