The Prince

Now I see his face, I see his smile

Such a lonely place, no golden mile

Eyes tell of morbid tales of his black heart

His deeds through ages past tell of his part

See his face, see his smile

Time to die

Angel from below, change my dreams

I want for glory’s hour, for wealth’s esteem

I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn

I wish for earthly riches, don’t want no crown of thorns

See his face, see his smile

Time to die

I was born a fool, don’t want to stay that way

Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay

I don’t care for heaven, so don’t you look for me to cry

And I will burn in hell, from the day I die

See his face, see his smile

Time to die