(Hp)glory Bows to Me

A history of Tom Riddle from an orphan in a London orphanage to the Dark Lord La gloire à mes genoux Glory bows to me They often tell me to keep to myself Power is not something you can hope for The bed you were born in limits your pursuits They laughed at my bravery The skin is like this and cannot be changed Kneel down, don't expect anything, it will only bend your spine You were born this way, accept it with peace of mind Prostrate calmly until the end Born a king or nothing; tell me Why am I still at the intersection? I want glory to bow down to me Conquer the world or lose it all Small favors, small rights and small profits are insignificant. I want the wounds of confusion and infatuation Take control of the rope around your neck A moment of greed and pleasure, bewitched by a beauty, insignificant People often regard me as light as dust In the name of my father, this is my destiny Besides praying devoutly, what else have we learned? Must we pray to an untouchable heaven? Must he be nailed to the ground before his wings spread? Endless prayers, but in the end all in vain, I want to curse Fate, law, I will not surrender Don't tell me to take the right path again I judge your mistakes and love the road ahead The joke they expect me to be I will be buried six feet under I want glory to bow down to me Conquer the world or lose it all Small favors, small rights and small profits are insignificant. I want the wounds of confusion and infatuation Take control of the rope around your neck A moment of greed and pleasure, bewitched by a beauty, insignificant PS: This is an article written by the author for his own entertainment, so I won't comment on it. The update time and amount of updates also depend on my mood. Just take a look.