The Chosen Legacy

Hence, I will anoint and whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond as I succumb to inevitable sin

For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
Hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne

For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
Hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne

The winds that blow purity
Signifies my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation

In sorte diaboli
In sorte diaboli
In sorte diaboli
In sorte diaboli

In sorte diaboli
In sorte diaboli

For my sins I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins they aren't to forgive

So never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the world

I am the first creature of this kingdom
I will be the one
To outlive his time
With the triumph of free will