He'd hand me the world
and crown me king.

But I'd sell my soul
for but one thing...



"Your throne would be the tallest.
The world would know your name."

My throne would seat but only one;
so all would be the same.



"Women would line to be yours,
a selection every night."

The fire in my heart she extinguished,
never could they ignite.



Keep your gold, demon,
your castles and crowns,

Your power, your women,
your dollars and pounds.



Keep it all, demon,
you know well my toll.

Just let me have her
and I'll sign you my soul.









"It cannot be done,
no, not by me.

I cannot give you heaven;
and yours lies within she."