The Prince - The Black Seeds

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 partSee his face, see his smile

Time to die, yo, woah, noAngel 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 thornsSee his face,

see his smile

Time to die, woah, oh, noI 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 dieSee his face, see his smile

Time to die, woah, no, no