Текст песни Moonspell - Mephisto
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As madmen, some hung head downFrom a long-dead treeSome discuss, all at onceFor no one to hearVariations on emptinessGreat themes on vain gloryAnd as some go feral in strange performancesDressing customs that are metaphorsOf your diseaseHungry eyes are looking for Me...MephistoLaughing, I feed youWith meaningless games, tricks and philopsophiesWhose answers you would die forIn your hunger to believeHow it does amuse MeAnd makes Me wonderFor how long that it was MineBecause now it does realy inflame MeAs if ignorance was my secret desire...MephistoI am an angel who dresses in redRiding above you, etching fire ringsI have learned to flyDon`t you remember?While you still have not come downFrom you long-dead treeI can teach you wonders if you give me your soulMarves and wild dreams can be yoursI can teach you how iron turn to goldAnd how life can grow so oldBut I am a demon who dresses in redAnd I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto