Black Prince Songtext
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Black Prince Songtext
Listen my friend,
Here is a tale that has to be told
Whatever the form
Back to a time
When France and England
Were both engaged in a great war
Then lived a man that outstood them all...
Still breathing through your history books...
Edward′s his name
Known as the Black Prince
The Prince of Wales, he's the King′s first son
At only sixteen
He was being knighted
Serving his arm for the right to the Crown
His unbelievable skills at war burst out
In the Norman campaign he showed what he's worth
He came there crawling in
He's a shimmering soul on the field
He is the Prince wearing black
Finest blade of his time
"From up here my son, you see,
We′re bound to notice the arrival of the enemy
God give us the strength to fight
To take back what is ours
We shall never fail!"
Then the French were defeated
Many more battles he would win
Before through the years
As if it was already written that he would never be King
All this glory and might, it just seemed so unreal
Here heading up
Pouring blood for the glory of England
Prince wearing black
Bravest knight of his land
There standing tall
He′s awaiting his time to the throne
He is the Prince wearing black
Finest blade of his time
Here is a tale that has to be told
Whatever the form
Back to a time
When France and England
Were both engaged in a great war
Then lived a man that outstood them all...
Still breathing through your history books...
Edward′s his name
Known as the Black Prince
The Prince of Wales, he's the King′s first son
At only sixteen
He was being knighted
Serving his arm for the right to the Crown
His unbelievable skills at war burst out
In the Norman campaign he showed what he's worth
He came there crawling in
He's a shimmering soul on the field
He is the Prince wearing black
Finest blade of his time
"From up here my son, you see,
We′re bound to notice the arrival of the enemy
God give us the strength to fight
To take back what is ours
We shall never fail!"
Then the French were defeated
Many more battles he would win
Before through the years
As if it was already written that he would never be King
All this glory and might, it just seemed so unreal
Here heading up
Pouring blood for the glory of England
Prince wearing black
Bravest knight of his land
There standing tall
He′s awaiting his time to the throne
He is the Prince wearing black
Finest blade of his time
Writer(s): Alberto Amadori, Alessio Gori, Giulio Cercato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com