Crimson steam from the nostrils of dread,
Hooves crush the skulls of the never-dead.
Black steed screaming through sulphur skies,
Astride it rides the pact and the lie.

Faust, broken, grips the saddle of despair,
Eyes wide with truths no soul should bear.
Flesh unravels in Mephisto’s grip,
As hellfire erupts from the demon’s lips.

Hell gallops, breath of rot and flame,
No god to name, no sin to shame.
The pact is sealed, the soul is rent,
Bound to Mephistophelean descent.

Veins burn with infernal command,
Scripture carved into trembling hands.
The sky weeps blood, the wind speaks plague,
Time collapses in this black parade.

Mephisto smiles with a serpent’s grin,
Riding the faultline deep within.
From Inside he feeds,
On Faust’s regrets and shattered creeds.

No salvation rides this horse,
Only gnashing teeth and spectral force.
The road is built of wasted breath,
A path of bargains bled to death.

Hell gallops, breath of rot and flame,
No god to name, no sin to shame.
The pact is sealed, the soul is rent,
Bound to Mephistophelean descent.

A veil of flesh, a scream without form,
Dragged through ash, reborn in storm.
To seek beyond what man may ask,
Is to ride with death in Faustian grasp.