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