Rings of gold above their head,
White magic defeats the red.
Devils gone before my eyes,
Angels fly like butterflies.

Horns of death on their head,
Dislike white but love blood red.
Angels turn dark within their touch,
Devils love to kill very much.

The battle arena as the overworld,
A tornado of madness swirls.
Magic of white,
Magic of red,
Swirl together and messes with you head.