Sweet pleasure conquered deep despair, wretched stillbirth of the mind
Faustus, gorges upon the blessed cunt - of the ample power
Devoid of supposition he beds catalyst impending
Blindly plaguing death upon his own soul
A chill fills the air, devastation comes in pair
Necromancy inked from page to heir
Porcelain faith throat fucked into the grave
Bide thy time, this romance shall die
An excess of tragic sin, found in the heart of man
Fascination enjoins Divination
A dark art of divine lucid creation
To wonder of stars e’er neglect the abyss
Shy not far from I, God foe Lucifer
Faustus bring neither death nor tale
Necromantic shifts, Winter’s pale
Hung forth from mainstay’s piece
Painting of progenitor looks down least
Knowing of what interest
Suitable of a man with his distest
Science not once brought forth favor
This unholy ground, thee shall savour
For his appearance, starthorn
Puce affronts to later savour
Suffer not the promise of heaven
Forgo siesta fantasy, blinding dusk come look and see
Draping emotions cloud your judgement
Proclivity for philosophy sodomized
Forturnes favoured and dressed in pearls of ruby wine
Uhtceare alay dormant inside the mind
We must die an everlasting death
Lucifer to never let seize thine own breath
For he must know the penalty’s perma vice
The protagonist’s soul to be cast on ice
Deceased splendour entices sickening blasphemy
Witchcraft entrances sin’s bastard nascency
A one time Vicennial age long tale
Shall leave the mainstay twisted, bloody and pale
Faustus bring neither death nor tale
Necromantic shifts, Winter’s pale
Hung forth from mainstay’s piece
Painting of progenitor looks down least
Knowing of what interest
Suitable of a man with his distest
Science not once brought forth favor
This unholy ground, thee shall savour
Death hath come, for thou soul
At Satan’s Behest, excreting kohl
Passions near death, resolved by fire
The burning decision by cathartic desire
Hell will open, come twenty-four years
Bid no burden, shed no tears
Eternal hate, presents itself
Under promise of wealth, de-rouse thyself
Define my rights, kosm screeches nightly in another’s due light
Thus nei’ gods nor men shall claim this night
Brought here before, courtly shipped hebrew whore
Storm and Warrior deity flare not flank
Thus bring delight upon my life
Blackest Magick to surely come with penance
Side heart to bleed, a scapegoat feed will wrap this land in wrathic vengeance
For the gods, for the rich and for the poor
Death dare not discriminate for it’s last eternal wish
To cease life’s dying flame
“Oh Faustus, does thee present premonition perturb you not? As for the warning in your heart, does not usher apprehension so weakly? Woe Betide you Faustus. For Valdes and Cornelius have deceived your strongest asset, your mind. And preyed on your strongest desires, the Metaphysics of Magicians. A facile effort to ensnare the Doctor to bid the runes of Necromancy and in practice, brought forth the Disperser. Plasterer of lies. Mephistopheles.”
