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
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne
The winds that blow purity
Signify my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
For my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not 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 out live His time
With the triumph of free will
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