Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire

closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I

did notice a knife and hills covered with

blood, was I the one who's life is most pre-

cious to this new "god"

Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many

thousands I opened with highest fashion,

pain didn't spare any of these pitiful hu-

mans, that the wholeearth is covered with

tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding

and kissing my beloved feet

shall I not wait for the greatest hour when

this god sees the bloody shower