Gathering of Introverts

By Mephistopheles



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Dream of the devil, wake in fright
shan't have my soul without a good fight
I may go to hell to rot
probably be my own fault
once I'm down there I won't complain
because I know that I am to blame
down here w/ me there'll definitely be others
begging, crying, pitiful mothers.

He will beg and entice me
make me king of all that I see
words he uses have no pulse
promises he makes they are false
let him burn in his fire
I don't trust the fucking liar
in his hell he can stay
this is a game I don't wanna play.

The devil ain't nice he ain't good
just a thieving, robbing hood
all he wants is your soul
that is his only goal
someone save me from this plight
don't think I'll survive this fight
please don't ever let him win
I won't never, never give in.

Satan's warm breath in my face
nothing'll ever hide my disgrace
here I burn and suffer in vain
all this has no real gain
to my life nothing he gave
now I am his howling slave
here I'll burn for ever and ever
but submission? HELL NEVER.

Now it's time for me to take over
demons are all running for cover
burning hell is my domain
become lord of all things profane
master ruler of all I see
Satan now worships me
fear evoked by my name
all that's left is eternal pain.

I've now chosen my vocation
can be summoned by incantation
everything I do has its price
feelings as cold as ice
now your soul belongs to me
for I am called Mephistopheles
here I sit bored as hell
time to conquer heaven as well.


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