You stole my precious treasure;
And now I've cursed your life.
I take a vicious pleasure
To watch you agonize.

My curse is very simple,
Albeit it hurts so much.
I like to hear the whimpers
Of those I crave to clutch.

Please, do not dare to open
The door behind your back;
There's no escape from my den:
I've made a perfect trap.

Now try to understand me:
I'm dead within my core.
My wound's no longer bleeding
My flesh is decomposed.

I am the gold's possessor, 
The king of bloody gold;
You call me an aggressor,
I'm dreadful to behold.

You're maddened by my temper,
But you still try to steal
The treasure of your mentor,
The curse that can't be healed.

Now you'll be cursed by Devil,
You will be cursed by God,
You'll haunt this world forever,
And you'll forever rot.