Shape Of Despair - Woundheir Lyrics
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 hourwhen this god sees the bloody shower.