Princess:

I'm desolving in the crystal calm,
All my dreams are fading away…

Diablo:

There's no salvation in your reality,
There's no way to the end of torments.
Turbid sun lights up the road of cowards,
To the strongest the Red Moon shines!
Flare up, my fathomless depths!
Wind of the North, hurry to me!
I shall subdue immortal Death
And penetrate the core of Creation.

Princess: Let a starlit downpour shed and destroy the Devil's bonds!
I'm dying!

Diablo: You're mine!

Princess: I feel you getting soul out of me!

Diablo:

For your sake, leave for Darkling!
The Iron cloud's hidden your rays' brilliance.
You won't come back!
A Wanderer of the Night will guard your kingdom.