Tekster:
Prince Fury

to a shadow, rose to a thorn There ain't no fury like a woman scorned Ain't no fury like a woman scorned No fury like a woman scorned No fury like a

2 his shadow, rose 2 a thorn Ain't no fury like a woman scorned Ain't no fury like a woman scorned No fury like a woman scorned (No fury like a woman

Sun 2 his shadow, rose 2 a thorn Ain't no fury like a woman scorned Ain't no fury like a woman scorned No fury like a woman scorned (No fury like a woman

Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince

: yeah, in hells kingdom i serve in deathlike silence i work my victims horrifying agony means nothing to me i am the lord of the dead the prince of

of knowledge of good and evil. You must not touch it or you will die!"..."Ha! I say!" Master! Master of disguise! Master! Master of disguise! I am the prince

stumbles on the edge Just to find the hell dying of his broken neck Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end Fury grows as the princess is just dead [CHORUS

weak shall paralyse with fear He devours from endless miles around No shadows from his sight Enshrouded in mystery A hideous abomination of God From the Elemental Princes

the beloved all had fallen to the fury nad unholy power of the albino prince and his terrible Sword [chorus] Stormbringer,balck runesword battle thirsty prince