Suffering of death

Vilmos: You can’t be bound for a thousand years. My life is yours. My soul is yours. My body is yours - live in my body. My mind is yours. Master: I love you. Vilmos: I love you. Master: Vilmos, can you forget Hungary? Can you forget England? Vilmos: Where can I live my life? Master: I am the Satan. Vilmos: I understand your hidden message. Master: Come with me. Come with me. Vilmos: I am following you. I am with you. Master: Stop now. Write a verse. Vilmos: Yeah. Master, oh, Master I need you, I love you Just don’t kill me Just don’t kill me Don’t kill me I need to live I want your life My Satan I love you I know you I need something I need something from you Your science Your life He is suffering I feel his life. I feel I feel I feel I think his life. I feel his life Satan is suffering I love him He is my guard. Master: I love you. Vilmos: I love you more, oh, my Satan! Master: I love you, student! Vilmos: You are my life. You can’t die. Master: Jesus wants to bind me for a thousand years. Vilmos: No, I won’t let that happen. I already gave you my life. My soul, my mind, my body, and my life. Dear Satan, dear Satan. Just you can understand my life. I saw a few days ago a video about you. Amazing Facts. Master, you can’t die. I am with you. I am your life. Master: We stay together. Forever. Vilmos: This the Life.