All I ask for

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All I ask of you is a little sin.
A little blood, a little violence,
and hell, Hell will make you a king.
On a throne of bones, a crown so heavy
it's crushing you beneath, but hell,
wouldn't you rather be a king!
There are many Kings here,
none older or more punished than me.
But hell, I'd still rather be a King.
Heaven's got a lot of promise,
a lot of sunshine and shining wings.
But I know a lie when I hear one.
Those empty halls and tolling bells
those golden fields and rapturous delight.
Hell, even in Hell, I'd always say
I'll give you that blood, I'll commit the sin
just don't send me to be a slave in Heaven
Because I would rather rule in Hell
on my throne of bones, in eternal suffering.

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