Mephistopheles 
Extract from concealment 
Enlightenment 
A plethora of Cacodaemons 
Emerge to defile me 
Debase me 
I dare not resist 
But celebrate the pain 

Drops of blood fall in time 
With the beating of your heart 
Foctid breath whispers 
Are you the messiah? 
Satan 

Lacerate the soul 
Dissect the ego 
Naked I confront 
The sheer cliff face of sanity 
On which I gain no purchase 
Attempt to climb 
And make no progress 
I am a blasphemy to Christ 
Am I Jesus? Am I messiah? 
Stone statue speaks 
The winter of life too cold 
Twisted Debaser 
As the winds from the 
Furthest reaches of Belial 
Stir winter clouds across the moon 
I hear the words of the master 
For you and Satan