Mammon's gospel fills your mind
Encircles you 'til you go blind
Not just new blood, a different kind
The one you thought benign
Makeshift bond, built on hate
Exceeds what you anticipate
Imprudently, you procreate
What Satan flies to emanate

Faustia; the pact is made in escapade
You very soul, disposed of on an impulse

Spirits swarm to drain the glass
The one with promises amassed
Somatic veils will come to pass
Judgement lost in a timely mass
Bell of anathema rings
Thirsting souls for better things
Punishment that glory brings
Salaciously crowned the king

Faustia; born in the corporeal realm
What we crave, only achieved beyond the grave