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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
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