Prince of Fear (1840) Lyrics

The night is dark the streets Searching for evil in hopes of defeat

Carry a sword, a cross made of stone Tasting the passion for the fresh in the bones

You are the chosen one, chosen just to die Carry out his master plan, victory we won't deny

Our king has always won, been alive for all these years

You are just a simple man and he the prince of fear

The end is near, the prince of fear The prince of fear

The fog was rolling through the town A misty rain was falling down

Feel his breath crawling on your skin Opens your mind and fills it with sin

You are the chosen one, chosen just to die Carry out his master plan, victory we won't deny

Our king has always won, been alive for all these years

You are just a simple man and he the prince of fear

The end is near, the prince of fear The prince of fear

Holy water is a real good start But it only works if you're true to the heart

A wing of garlic can not back away But he won't turn to fight another day

Say some more and sharpen the tip Run through the heart, the stake you must rip

Pray to God when the sun goes down The prince is too tired to wear his crown

Holy water is a real good start But it only works if you're true to the heart

A wing of garlic can not back away But he won't turn to fight another day

Say some more and sharpen the tip Run through the heart, the stake you must rip

Pray to God when the sun goes down The prince is too tired to wear his crown

Our king has always won, been alive for all these years

You are just a simple man and he the prince of fear

The end is near, the prince of fear

1840 he stalked the streets Draining the blood of who he meets

Making darkness afraid of the sun He said to come and you'd better run

1840, 1840, 1840

1840 he stalked the streets Draining the blood of who he meets

Making darkness afraid of the sun He said to come and you'd better run

Praising the Lord as we stand at the altar

Raising the dead, it's like feeding the devil's daughter

Reach out your hand, can you see my point of view

Preach to the land, did the devil his due

In 1840 he burned at the stake Crosses scorched and thrown in a lake

Placing their sins and drowning their souls Taking a trip down a forbidden road

1840, 1840, 1840, 1840

In 1840 he burned at the stake Crosses scorched and thrown in a lake

Cleansing their sins and drowning their souls Taking a trip down a forbidden road

1840, 1840, 1840, 1840