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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