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
Yo-ooh, wo-ooh, noo
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
Wo-ooh, oo-ooh, noo
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
Wo-ooh, no-ooh, no
El Príncipe
Ahora veo su cara, veo su sonrisa
Un lugar tan solitario, sin una milla de oro
Los ojos hablan de historias morbosas, de su corazón negro
Sus acciones a través de las edades pasadas, hablan de su parte
Ver su cara, ver su sonrisa
Hora de morir
Oh, oh, oh, oh, no
Ángel de abajo, cambia mis sueños
Quiero la hora de la gloria, la estima de la riqueza
Deseo vender mi alma, renacer
Deseo riquezas terrenales, no quiero corona de espinas
Ver su cara, ver su sonrisa
Hora de morir
Wo-ooh, oo-ooh, noo
Nací como un tonto, no quiero seguir así
El diablo toma mi alma, con diamantes que pagas
No me importa el cielo, así que no me busques para llorar
Y arderé en el infierno, desde el día que muera
Ver su cara, ver su sonrisa
Hora de morir
No, no, no, no
Escrita por: Brian Tatler / Sean Harris