| Once upon a time, back when the Devil had a temper
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| For he was repulsed by love for as long as he could remember
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| He knew of a bond, that flamed fiercer than fire
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| Husband and wife he ached to see burned at the pyre
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| So he summoned a witch before his black throne
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| Demanded their bond corrupted by this wise crone
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| The smirking old Witch was instantly sold
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| By his promise of rewards both in flesh and gold
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| And so the witch set forth on her insidious quest
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| Stalking the house of the blessed
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| Kisses at sunrise leaving for work
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| A sign for the witch to approach the house with that same evil smirk
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| «I came to warn you immediately
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| Of misfortune and adultery
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| In my dark prophetic dreams I saw you»
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| She opened the door for the devil’s whore
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| Who was disguised as an old lady, kind and wise
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| «Your husband shall leave you forever
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| Do as I say, and you will stay together
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| While your love is asleep, cut off a lock of his hair
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| Bring it to me and I’ll cast a spell to prevent your despair»
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| And so the witch twists her tongue, reversing the tale
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| She told her husband before to be on his guard
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| «During night when the owls are still and the moon looks pale
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| Your wife will stab you with a knife in the heart!»
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| Those twisted words, poisonous like a snake
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| He could not believe, but still they kept him awake
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| So he lies there awake, in the dark of the night
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| When a flicker of steel catches his sight!
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| Overwhelmed by pure rage and disbelief
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| He tears the knife from her hand and slits her throat in his grief
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| At ease on his throne and pleased with his whore
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| For hell is free of love once more
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| In de naam van de duivel
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| For hell is free of love once more |