In the middle of all the dirt and the foam, back in Berlin, there was this boy. It was his vision and not a daydream, he wanted to earn it. And for good reason, his mother was single, his brother much smaller than him. And that's exactly why these bills had to come now, but his label didn't want to pay him anymore. So he had no choice, he asked on the street, desperate for support. It became a competition, the boy became lonely, the shadows became bigger and light glances were rare. The room became cold when Mephisto saw him, he could explain it to him, then he gave him his word. Think about your future, you want to get away from this place. Get on the journey, don't turn around anymore, don't listen to others anymore, don't ask why anymore. You can have what you want, just give me the orders. I don't want much from you, just your soul at the end. The boy thought, spoke too little against it. Today he knows, at that time the devil was in his life. The tears were forgotten, he felt safe. Suddenly he didn't have to worry about the future anymore. The new sound, electro, the boy from the ghetto. He became a businessman, East Brutte became netto. Chaos reigned in Germany, he made himself an enemy of the state, the role of his life. Joker, Dark Knight, everyone wanted to be close to him, the words became gold. Blood, sweat and tears, the avalanche came into play. The soul was sold, the boy ascended to his throne. For many an idol, but his freedom was an illusion. Mephisto had plans, the king of hyenas. The snake, the apple, in the garden of Eden. The curve went up, the words became platinum. There was no conscience, who did faxes, I beat him. The spirits he called, they demanded tribute. In the heads this voice, in the hands this blood. The nights got longer, no stars in the sky. No matter where he comes from, everywhere burned earth. Everything calculated, because in the end it was no luck. It went back from the skyline to the board stone. The year 2007, my poster on the powder. The whole country understood now, the boy was in power. Records fell and suddenly the sky was his limit. A life without limits, until the guy comes with the scythe. How do you say so beautiful high courage, usually comes before the fall. And somehow it was karma, all of a sudden everywhere. These things that happened, his mother got sick. Forgotten were the prices, no joy, only fear. Mephisto had a chance, the courage makes you vulnerable. He gave his best, listen, my boy, come and sit down. You can trust me, I love you like a father, the son. Together we make millions now. He heard what he said and killed the doubts, the devil. The angel was too quiet, with every day he lost himself a little more. Because nothing was like before, his heart was poisoned. Deceived and without regard, desperate in search. Not easy to distinguish the evil from the good. He sacrificed almost everything for a quick life ASAP. Chain blessing massacre, heavy metal payback. Believe me, times are changing and suddenly also Mephisto. The ramp light was tempting and slowly he became schizo. He wanted a stage, his frat on the canvas. Tearing the wings, he didn't accept a wall. A devil and dictator, always polite to the outside. It was not possible to see through his thousands of faces. A master of intrigues, split his tongue. The key to success was always only the boy. And for many years it went on, the wheels turned. Until February 1st, the boy met a girl. She would change a lot and somehow it happened, that she stayed by his side. Finally something was true between all the lies and dark shapes. The boy became a father and nothing beats the old man. Mephisto looked like a dragon and drew all the registers. Suddenly he was a lawyer, a prosecutor like a judge. It broke his heart, the boy met his fate. When his mother died, only sad faces. He ran away from the family, he beat Mephisto for an hour. And everything he loved gradually went to the dogs. He started to argue, in the end for nothing. Shifted the girl, in regular panic. She didn't recognize him again, what had become of him? The last bit of hope between them was dead. She fell on her knees, too much burden on her shoulders. She cried because she knew exactly who was to blame. But no one listened when she warned and pleaded. An angel without wings sang clear prayers. Mephisto, the devil, a liar without equal. For the soul of this boy he went again over corpses. The marriage was in shambles, he had what he wanted. And didn't let go like a wolf his prey. And so it came that the shadow took a little more of him. There were many rooms, but no one turned on the light. No matter what he tried, he sank into depression. His constant companions were ghosts and demons. He failed in life, continuing was not possible. The question that tormented him, why was he so stubborn? He was missing his children, his girl, his mother. On the phone he heard, boy, she was pregnant again. He had to win her back and knew what to do. The only one who didn't want that was his wrong brother. Mephisto became angry when he ran away from there. He wanted to prevent it, no trace of conscience. The weapons he used were terribly selfish. To still guard the facade was no longer important from now on. He let it come to that and broke his chains. He raised his voice now to save the family here. For the first time in years, the girl really got the due respect. Because true love does not die, the scars were deep. But the enemy was now the same. Together through the rain, the storm and the cold. They were full of confidence, brave and determined. He gave her a promise and it was not broken. And there Mephisto lost the horror of old days. Claws in a rat, black wings like a raven. His mask fell, so you could see his true form. He was a monster of fire, but his breath was cold. It was about life and dead boy went into the fight. The devil's plans all stamped into the ground. 15 YEARS LATER 15 years later, the boy, almost 40, almost all his dreams now come true. He has five children, he has a lot of debts. Married for six years, married out of love. Solo album 13, the gold lies in the basement. Talent still brings the bread on the plate. Life could be so beautiful. Uncomplicated paths, if only Mephisto would not still have his soul. Locked and sunk, lost in the depths of the ocean. He would even pay with his death, because he has no fear. Just because his opponent was never on the ground before. Just like back then, David against Goliath. The voices of the angels, they sing in the choir. Their souls, they rise to heaven. Empower and tell stories of the devil on site. Like a boy from Leichtsinn, he lost almost everything. Because there were times when he followed Mephisto like blind. He heard the lies again and again, like the whistling wind. Became just like him, gave up the resistance. Now he has to move a lot, because no one believes him anymore. He humiliates so many people, behaves unfairly. Hundreds of corpses lie on the path of their success. They wrote and searched for the mistakes they made. Impossible to look at things from a distance. But today the boy has the necessary distance. The picture as a whole, unadorned and without shine. And today Mephisto sees that fate takes its course. He can't change anything either. No fire without smoke. He was angry and in the end left ashes and ashes behind. He gave the boy more than one reason to hate him. And he gave him his will. Constant control, that he suffocated from it. Does not matter in the end. Absurdly all the things he bought cheaply. Lived off the people who looked up to him truthfully. A blind man whose money has risen to his head. Who has so much, but is never satisfied. No one sleeps, the price for his whims. He is to wander forever through valleys full of swathes. Together with his own, so that they never return home. Never again will he lock up this boy again. The end of a rule, even a different king. The world will forget him, no longer look, only ordinary. Who is left for him? His heirs flee. Kind to the heart, he himself was never. The fear was his hammer, the greed was his chisel. His sick mind was incomprehensible. Unbelievable how evil, look at his work. Hundreds of souls down there, in churches. Everyone knows the devil has his own motive. The suffering that he adds to people is a profit. The boy should rather have let go of his fingers. But instead he filled up Mephisto's pockets. He paid enough, did not owe anyone anything. No matter how much it hurt, the boy remained patient. From now on, no more compromises. Diss without a name. Believe me, they know who the soul of this boy is. Took out of greed. He must accept, never again we. These signs come from the heart, addressed to Mephisto. He was never a true friend, just an inconsiderate animal. On the sky, vultures circle, an era is coming to an end. So the boy became a living legend. He took the courage together and put his fears aside. No masquerade, because the truth will last the longest. He made pure table, one for all times. His heart, you know, you can not pay with the soul. So he gets her back. The deal was not close with this. So that at the end of this tunnel there is finally light again. And look, life was full of colors again. So many new ways that are now revealed to him. He does not look back. The chapter is history. Before which his grandchildren will report at some point. You will tell about him. He was a good boy. With anger in his lungs and the heart on his tongue. The mistakes he made are deeply embedded in him. For every day with the family he is grateful. Because things happen. Most people doubt. Understandable that many of them are not ready for the truth. The greatest carry of the devil, once away from his plans. Was to make humanity believe that it does not exist.