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