Mephistopheles Extract from concealment Enlightenment A plethora of Cacodaemons Emerge to defile me Debase me I dare not resist But celebrate the pain
Drops of blood fall in time With the beating of your heart Foctid breath whispers Are you the messiah? Satan
Lacerate the soul Dissect the ego Naked I confront The sheer cliff face of sanity On which I gain no purchase Attempt to climb And make no progress I am a blasphemy to Christ Am I Jesus? Am I messiah? Stone statue speaks The winter of life too cold Twisted Debaser As the winds from the Furthest reaches of Belial Stir winter clouds across the moon I hear the words of the master For you and Satan
