Hence I will anoint
And whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond
As I succumb to inevitable sinFor I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
Hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throneFor I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
Hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throneThe winds that blow purity
Signifies my chosen legacy
I was born in opposition
A contender to creationIn Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte DiaboliIn Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte DiaboliFor my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not to forgiveSo never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the worldI am the born first creature of this kingdom
I will be the One
To outlive His time
With the triumph of free will