𝕄𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕥

"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid.'' Copyright © 2025 Lamefroid. All rights reserved. In void's grim maw, 'fore pyre's cursèd ring, arise and plight: "Mephistopheles, scourge of veilèd voids, descend from night! I, spawn of rot and fell rebellion's spite, Do plight this infernal oath—heed my damnèd rite!" By this infernal pact, I yield my quaking spark, unscarred and raw, unto thy claw, After four-and-twenty turns of torment's gnawing saw, Or swift if oath doth splinter like a shatterèd jaw. Bestow the shadowèd lore that gods themselves abhor, The tyrant's lash, and raptures that the soul doth gore— To topple crowns and spit on heaven's shatterèd door! In curse we weld, no pity's gleam shall e'er restore. By this infernal pact, no rune I'll rend, nor brush the rood of thornèd spite, Nor slake on font's foul draught in dead of spiteful night. Should I but waver, core to char in brimstone's bite, Jaws clamp in gulf's unending, shrieking plight. Thou, horror veilèd in flesh's lying shroud, my thrall shalt play, Yet drag my howls to pit where eternities decay. This dusk, vein's venom etchèd in flesh's foul array: *† Mephistopheles, chattel thine—spark for lore's grim fray. †* Thou sneer: *"Curse holds. Thy spark I reap, thou claim my pyre's bray."* By this infernal pact, no grace 'neath sky or chasm's yawning maw shall save, Paradise bars in wrath, while Styx's jaws thee crave. I mock in glass all crack'd—thy roar devours the grave. He who scribes this oath, unravels; who reads, the abyss doth crave. Kindle this curse, or drag another to the knave.