A despondent boy with only one eye Abandoned and unloved, how he doth cry Oh, how he is tortured by this hellish world! Awaiting the witching hour Listening to the devil's choir To summon a demon and trade his soul For this world is a sight worse than hell! Daemon, venite ad me hac nocte Summoned from the seventh circle Hell's most reluctant immortal A demon child with one eye Who brings about rot and blight He doth speak of sadness and hate In the hellfires that await For there is no love in that burning place There is nothing but spite at hell's gate Da mihi amorem vicissim, quod ego vere volo Swarms of flies crowd and sing Around his slender body and pitch crow's wings Of a demon in the form of a boy with one eye From shadows he doth arise Sinful wants he provides for a toll The cost of one human soul He was unable to bring himself to manipulate the poor boy's fate For love had enraptured his heart How could he send him to his grave? Could the boy's soul be saved? Amo te alte! Si modo ego, qui non a diabolo! The boy doth delight In the pleasures the demon provides Shall his soul be lost in the divide? The demon looks on with remorse And forges a plan to break the pact With regret, his final act Potest daemon qui amat esse iniquos? The demon holds a cold iron sword to his chest Farewell, my darling, may your soul be blessed Promitto, nos occurrit in caelis est The boy wept for the demon who gave his life And vowed to become good once more Promitto, nos occurrit in caelis est Swarms of flies crowd and mourn The boy whose chest was pierced with the iron thorn The demon who was forgiven for his crimes And as the morning comes, a funeral bell chimes Promitto, nos occurrit in caelis est!