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

For I can not enslave myself 
With imaginary words of salvation 
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple 
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne 

For I can not 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 
Singly my chosen legacy 
I was born in opposition 
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 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 outlive His time 
With the triumph of free will