Legends tell of a night before the eyes of doom
For me to take a wife under the indian moon
I had a magic book, she had a magic look
And as I took her hand over my soul she took command
She's killing me, she's killing me.
We later walked in the sky for we started to rise
And all heavenly sight (...)
But she stated to look down to the magic book
And with the words of hell, upon my heart she casted a spell
It's killing me, she's killing me
A soul for the Devil, she took from me
A soul for the Devil, or let it free
A soul for the Devil, a soul encaged
A soul for the Devil, (...)
For me to take a wife under the indian moon
I had a magic book, she had a magic look
And as I took her hand over my soul she took command
She's killing me, she's killing me.
We later walked in the sky for we started to rise
And all heavenly sight (...)
But she stated to look down to the magic book
And with the words of hell, upon my heart she casted a spell
It's killing me, she's killing me
A soul for the Devil, she took from me
A soul for the Devil, or let it free
A soul for the Devil, a soul encaged
A soul for the Devil, (...)