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
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