Nicole - Mephisto Walz

Whirl, horror, most infamous thrill

Master, skeleton, take my hand

Lest the spiraled, give me my wrists

I don’t fear you… want to be your friend

The spirits rise around me

Waiting on them to be

Black night feed me

They’re always around me

And the spirit of that fell witch

Once dreamed about and never forgotten

Well, the body of that witch

Slice into, awake the flesh

Slice in circles, spiral thither

Patterns flog the Keeper’s beast

Cowers 'neath the eyes he meets

I kill you… so many times…

Why don’t you die…

Why don’t you die…

I want you to die…