Dio — Magica Reprise

And the games still go on With a warning to the bishop From the pawn Noone 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 Noone 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 Magica must be eliminated Infection, infection, delete, delete Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete Delete"