Mephiles' Ballad (Betrüger)

[KakeiTheWolf]

Held as three, foist thy victory

Betwixt moon blaze and lead gaze

Doth I be, a requiem of a misery

 

A world I phase, pestilence rays

Disease smothers the many others

Mine hand to raze, thy eye grays

 

Morning, brothers; Remove covers

Blow the horn, in the early morn

Womb of mothers gets no druthers

 

Past, of chains born, of a thorn

Desire amaranthine, shadow sheen

Terra I scorn in an hour forlorn

 

Present, crystalline to pristine

Soon in a dream of crimson theme

I be, of green, a black one agin

 

Future, scream in a horrid steam

Choked, thy airs; Fed, my flares

I am supreme and grow thy stream

 

Ultimate power ensnares who errs

Maddening rings upon the strings

Ruination impairs those unawares