Woundheir — Shape of Despair

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