There the demon stood with a gleaming red eye.
He had a face as pale as winter.
He walks with a light step and he talks with a sly tongue.
He bites like a snake and defeats even soldiers of men.
But I rode on his back until I couldn't ride no more.
So the Killer-White Demon would fail.
And I wasn't even his prey.
It was hard but we survived, and we made it out alive.
But we suffered many wounds along the way.
The demons won't die, they just change their faces.
But the Killer-White Demon is dead.
The Killer-White Demon is dead.
One battle has ended, but the war rages on.