Mephisto - Moonspell

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

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

Mephisto

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 they can be yours

I can teach you how iron turn to gold

And how life can grow so old

Mephisto

Mephisto

Mephisto

I hope you got understand

Mephisto