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[GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Then, at that moment, the clock behind them Struck midnight on its bell And Mephistopheles once more appeared Shimmering in its knell Saying,​ [MEPHISTOPHELES, spoken] So, tell me, my dear Ludwig What did we decide? Do we have a deal? Has your end been sealed Or has it been defied? [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] The composer moved not an inch As he stated his reply [BEETHOVEN, spoken] This music I cannot allow you to take from the world So it appears you must take I [MEPHISTOPHELES, spoken] You do not appreciate my kindness,​ [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Thе Devil said,​ [MEPHISTOPHELES, spoken] No one could offer you morе Your soul is trapped In fire wrapped And I've given you a door How could you deny it? Are you a saint or are you a fool? Well I'm feeling generous this night So, once more, I'll bend the rules A deal, it is still out there Just hidden, out of view So I'll make one final offer That will return your soul to you This compassion you feel for mankind Eh, I perhaps can understand That your music that has brought such happiness You cannot remove from the lives of man But your Tenth Symphony, you've just completed No one else knows it exists And what mankind has never heard Mankind will never miss Believe what I say is true, my friend It's as clear as a Judas Kiss So, give this last song to me Is it really so much To trade so little for your eternal soul? It's a deal for which you should rush [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Beethoven wavered for a second Until the Ghost of Mozart reappeared And very quietly whispered In the Great Beethoven's ear [MOZART, spoken] You cannot give this song to him Though the temptation is very hard For this is the greatest piece ever written It is the very voice of God [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Then Mozart faded back into the darkness But his words had done their work As Beethoven once more turned down the offer No matter how it hurt [MEPHISTOPHELES, spoken] You are a cagey bargainer [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] The Devil said, his voice quite icy cold [MEPHISTOPHELES, spoken] If Judas had you around in 33 A.D.​ His silver pieces just might have been gold But I'll make one final offer And this one, I swear you must accept For if you turn it down my friend Your last offer is death Your soul is now mine to keep But I have something else to trade A jewel that glitters in this night And it's entirely man-made Walk over to the window And gaze across the street At a child lying in the gutter Where she is trying to gather sleep But the rain, it will not let her As it falls both hard and cold With every drop, a Devil's prop Designed to make her old