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
El príncipe
Ahora veo su cara, veo su sonrisa
Un lugar tan solitario, sin milla de oro
Los ojos hablan de historias mórbidas de su corazón negro
Sus acciones a través de siglos pasados cuentan de su parte
Mira su cara, mira su sonrisa
Es hora de morir
Ángel desde abajo, cambia mis sueños
Quiero la hora de la gloria, por la estima de la riqueza
Deseo vender mi alma, renacer
Deseo riquezas terrenales, no quiero ninguna corona de espinas
Mira su cara, mira su sonrisa
Es hora de morir
Nací tonto, no quiero quedarme así
El diablo toma mi alma, con diamantes que devuelves
No me importa el cielo, así que no me busques para llorar
Y arderé en el infierno desde el día que muera
Mira su cara, mira su sonrisa
Es hora de morir
Composição: Brian Tatler / Sean Harris