love of the devil

My love, my love,

from stars, up above

is a bird, is a dove,

the angel, from up above.

My heart, my heart,

broken and bleeding from the start,

like a fiddle, plays the part,

while its bleeding from the start.

Its's him, it's him,

when the lights, start to dim,

the devils smile, waits awhile,

when the the lights, start to dim.