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 precious 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 humans,
that the whole earth 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.