Mephistopheles - My Enemy Divine

Arise from holiness
As I have lost the will to forgive
Passive throughout the centuries
The source of hatred shalt be my gift

Lay Thy hands in mine
The secret that Thou hidest, my enemy divine
Hath focussed cosmic wrath upon the grace of Thine

Thy empire
It falls by the ignorance of Thy word
No longer to be heard on Earth
The tyrant still to be unseen
Disguising her impaling destiny
Lay her hands in mine
My enemy divine

Blood of mine flows in her body