Hell’s Heir
Born into chaos, a legacy sealed.
Raised in the fire, the blood I’ve spilled.
No escape from the curse in my veins.
I’ve inherited pain, inherited chains.
The devil’s son, a shadow in the light,
walking through darkness, craving the fight.
Every step I take, it pulls me in deeper.
The fire in my soul burns brighter and cheaper.
I wear the crown, but it’s forged in hell,
a king of misery, my own personal cell.
The weight of the throne, the price of control.
Sold my soul, but it’s eating me whole.
Fate whispers in my ear, I can’t outrun
the darkness that claims me, the weight of the gun.
They call me the heir, the one who’s been chosen,
but inside, I’m broken, my soul’s been frozen.
This crown is cursed, this throne’s made of lies.
I’m living in hell, can’t see through the skies.
Every promise I’ve made, every oath that I swore.
Now the blood’s on my hands, but I still want more.
The kingdom’s mine, but I’m cursed to reign.
The devil’s whisper keeps calling my name.
I wear the crown, but I can’t break free.
Hell’s heir forever, it’s all that I’ll be.