The Maelstrom Mephisto

Ride the vortex winds, with the beast inside. Cast down all memories, from a past and future world. The cynic icons, and the cryptic writings. As a picturesque creation, in force and spirit. Against their reason, and will, it is time. Give darkness it's passion plea! The venomous tongue, the inevitable poison, paralyze the angels! freeze the forgiven, baptize in fire, unleash the Devil at heart. Unleash the Maelstrom Mephisto! So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. The maelstrom of the Mephisto left the trace, to revel and feast in undelivered grace. Pledged to judgmental arrogance in, drawn principles of ignorant falsehood. To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself. A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep. So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. In the dimness surrounding, the towers of the castle. Where the ravens spread, their wings out wide. Dwell in depths of the darker self, at any shore of infinity. And watch the relentless, paint the soil black. What is being formed, echoes throughout eternity. As the painter chooses color no more. Hold your shadows close, when the comedy is over. As the days of mourning, seem to be the days of joy. Fragments fell from the sky, in order to penetrate the eyes. A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies. Lies! The venomous tongue, the inevitable poison, paralyze the angels! freeze the forgiven, baptize in fire, unleash the Devil at heart. Unleash the Maelstrom Mephisto! So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. The maelstrom of the Mephisto left the trace, to revel and feast in undelivered grace.