A grey evening on the streets of Prague Out of the subway a figure of an everyman Strangers passing by with empty eyes Cold winds cut deep in the falling night Lost, becoming Faust Summoning Mephistofeles Upon a stage, a passion play Clay puppets and marionettes A map for a lonely man Table wine and a piece of bread A tramp carrying a severed leg The chicken and the orphean egg Lost, becoming Faust Summoning Mephistofeles A conjuring soliloquy The circle is complete Sealed with blood The deal is done Self indulgently Hidden in the shadows of an empty stage He's a man of constant sorrow Made his final appearance to no audience A man of constant sorrow In a labyrinthine madness of abject misery A man of constant sorrow He drags the heavy burden of his grief He's a man of constant sorrow A man of constant sorrow