Nasty Diablo, has a dark and brooding soul
With a dire plan and a hate for man
domination is my goal
Nasty Diablo, is a fairytale they say
With a brimstone smell I rose up from hell
to claim the world one day
There must have been some magic in that old soulstone they found
For when they placed it in my head I was trapped far underground
Nasty Diablo, hidden for a thousand years
The Horadrim say I'll return some day
Praying on your mortal fears.
Nasty Diablo, was released and headed east
For I sought to find two more of my kind
so the three could be unleashed
He led them through the streets of town and right down into hell
We only paused a moment when we battled Tyrael
Nasty Diablo made a final stand that day
But I waved good-bye, saying, "Don't you cry;
I'll be back again some day."