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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

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