Songtekst wedstrijd, Lucylot: Opdracht 2: Diablo Nuevo
I used to be so sweet and soft, like a tickling feather.
People said that I was 'nice', but I wanted me to be better.
Then Death showed me his gruesome skills; Almost made me a broken chap.
His breath gave me freezing chills and his scythe left my heart with a gap.
Well, I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
But now I am haunted by an evil, cunning voice.
Ruining my good side, messing with my brain.
Hell, I don't want it! But like I have a choice...
My gloriole splitting and forming horns.
My angel-feathers wet from the pitch-black paint.
My once loving smile now shows fanglike teeth.
And the gold in my heart is now pretty stained.
So in short I'm becoming a creature I loath:
Diablo Nuevo,
a devil in the growth.
I'm pictured now with crimson eyes, who scares you off with his gaze.
Putting on a demonic smile, that blacks out the light in your face.
Don't listen to the words I say, for I don't want to frighten you.
Trust me, you don't want to know what this young Hellboy all wants to do!
Well, I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
But now I am haunted by an evil, cunning voice.
Ruining my good side, messing with my brain.
Hell, I don't want it! But like I have a choice...
My gloriole splitting and forming horns.
My angel-feathers wet from the pitch-black paint.
My once loving smile now shows fanglike teeth.
And the gold in my heart is now pretty stained.
So in short I'm becoming a creature I loath:
Diablo Nuevo,
a devil in the growth.
And many decades later, when I'm thrown into my dark grave,
I'll watch you go to heaven, for your conscience was working well.
But I might still go to Purgatory, between the clouds and the flames.
'cause I know that somewhere deep inside, I still won't fit in Hell.
Yes, now I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
And I say no to that damn annoying voice.
His attempts to see me burn, ended up in vain.
Guess I don't like to be one of his toys.
At last I'm blessed with a final, golden chance.
Sorry Diablo,
but I don't like to dance!
People said that I was 'nice', but I wanted me to be better.
Then Death showed me his gruesome skills; Almost made me a broken chap.
His breath gave me freezing chills and his scythe left my heart with a gap.
Well, I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
But now I am haunted by an evil, cunning voice.
Ruining my good side, messing with my brain.
Hell, I don't want it! But like I have a choice...
My gloriole splitting and forming horns.
My angel-feathers wet from the pitch-black paint.
My once loving smile now shows fanglike teeth.
And the gold in my heart is now pretty stained.
So in short I'm becoming a creature I loath:
Diablo Nuevo,
a devil in the growth.
I'm pictured now with crimson eyes, who scares you off with his gaze.
Putting on a demonic smile, that blacks out the light in your face.
Don't listen to the words I say, for I don't want to frighten you.
Trust me, you don't want to know what this young Hellboy all wants to do!
Well, I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
But now I am haunted by an evil, cunning voice.
Ruining my good side, messing with my brain.
Hell, I don't want it! But like I have a choice...
My gloriole splitting and forming horns.
My angel-feathers wet from the pitch-black paint.
My once loving smile now shows fanglike teeth.
And the gold in my heart is now pretty stained.
So in short I'm becoming a creature I loath:
Diablo Nuevo,
a devil in the growth.
And many decades later, when I'm thrown into my dark grave,
I'll watch you go to heaven, for your conscience was working well.
But I might still go to Purgatory, between the clouds and the flames.
'cause I know that somewhere deep inside, I still won't fit in Hell.
Yes, now I'm done with the sadness, doubt and pain.
And I say no to that damn annoying voice.
His attempts to see me burn, ended up in vain.
Guess I don't like to be one of his toys.
At last I'm blessed with a final, golden chance.
Sorry Diablo,
but I don't like to dance!
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