Mephistofaustian Transluciferation

A grey evening on the streets of Prague
Out of the subway a figure of an everyman
Strangers passing by with empty eyes
Cold winds cut deep in the falling night

Lost, becoming Faust
Summoning Mephistofeles
Upon a stage, a passion play
Clay puppets and marionettes

A map for a lonely man
Table wine and a piece of bread
A tramp carrying a severed leg
The chicken and the orphean egg

Lost, becoming Faust
Summoning Mephistofeles
A conjuring soliloquy
The circle is complete

Sealed with blood
The deal is done
Self indulgently

Hidden in the shadows of an empty stage
He's a man of constant sorrow
Made his final appearance to no audience
A man of constant sorrow

In a labyrinthine madness of abject misery
A man of constant sorrow
He drags the heavy burden of his grief
He's a man of constant sorrow
A man of constant sorrow