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