• Slowly comes the master,
    the devil,
    ruler of the dead,
    Diablo,Satan, will never let me go,
    I hold somthing precious,
    somthing that he must have,
    a jewel,
    a stone,
    a very precious gem,
    The one that is my light,
    he will try to take,
    to shroud me in the darkness,
    an everlasting fate,
    it seems to me,
    however that light is on my side,
    and I will continue to thwart the devil,
    with you by my side,
    chaos comes,
    all shall weep,
    and lead us into eternal sleep,
    if the devil finaly wins,
    I will fight him back,
    for that light,
    that jewel,
    that precious gem,
    could only be you,
    the one I love.