A demoni
A de no demoni
Merissi me
Dore cari me
Omen dore
Demon ricenta
Ore meo imperi me

I'll save you from yourself
From the demons of the night
They promess fame and fortune
All that you eagerly desire

I'll save you from yourself
From those voices calling you
"Sale your soul to evil
Then you'll be dancing forever..."

Omen dore
Demon ricenta
Ore meo imperi
Aven dore
Demon ricenta
Are meo ra demon licenta


sentence - era (eric levi)