Magica Songtext
von Dio

And the games still go on
With a warning to the bishop from the pawn
No one sees an angel till it smashes to the ground
And then you run somewhere and leave it lying there


Then on we sail
Never thinking that the wind could ever fail
No one gets to heaven till they′ve lived a while in hell
And even then it's rare that you′ll be going there

Now we understand
All traces of magicka must be eliminated

Infection, infection
Delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete