Moonspell - Mephisto - GTP табы

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 philosophies

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 really 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 your long-dead tree


I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul

Marvels and wild dreams can be yours

I can teach you how iron turns 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