Metallica - The Prince lyrics

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

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

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, o oh, no oh, no oh