Mephistopheles' Return (narration) Lyrics

Their time, it was now over
Like a shattered hourglass
He could not win
So with his sins
They returned from his past
From the shadows of his life
He told Fate his decision was made
He would not give up a single note
Every piece, it would be saved
He could not remove the music
That gave so many other people joy
But still, he dread his future
As the Lord of Evil's toy
So late into his life
Like the last days of December
He searched his mind
For a way to find, a way out of his dilemma

For Satan, in our lives, is noted
All his vices often quoted
And though he serves a splendid feast
At the table's head, still sits the beast