Some time ago
He was born
Angel or Demon

He was certainly a genius
Since his childhood, victory follows him
His Masters had nothing more to teach

Many challenges he overcame
And rewards received
Around him

An aura of satanism and magic
Involved in an atmosphere
Supernatural geniality


(Chorus)
The young causes fright

His fame grows and everybody wants to see
The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile


Like in a dream, a demon with horns
Tail and shells


Playing violin, a diabolical sonata
The bookstand and the partiturs

Were burning in flames
I have never seen or heard something like it in my life
People that used to cross the cemetery said

That they had seen, hovering over the graves...
A thin and old man playing his violin


(Chorus)
The young causes fright
His fame grows and everybody wants to see

The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile


He is dead, but not his legend, neither his opus