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