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