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Woundheir
Woundheir


Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire
Wound Was the Heir, The Ruler with Fire
closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I
Closed My Page, As Hatred Reigned Higher I
did notice a knife and hills covered with
Vid Notice a Knife and Hills Covered with
blood, was I the one who's life is most pre-
Blood, WAS I THE WHO's Life is Most Pre-
cious to this new "god"
cious to this New "God"


Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many
Indeed I must be loved, for i killed many
thousands I opened with highest fashion,
Thousands i Opened with Highest Fashion,
pain didn't spare any of these pitiful hu-
Pain Vidn't Spare Any of these Pitiful Hu-
mans, that the wholeearth is covered with
Mans, That The WholeEarth is Covered with
tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding
Tempest and Storm of Urbans Lay Bleeding
and kissing my beloved feet
And Kissing My Belived Feet


shall I not wait for the greatest hour when
Shall I Not Wait for the Greatest Hour When
this god sees the bloody shower
This God Sees The Bloody Shower


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Властитель боли
The ruler of the pain


Боль господствовала
The pain dominated
Была правителем в огне
Was a ruler in fire
Завершившим мою летопись
Who finished my chronicle
Когда ненависть завладела я заметил Нож и холмы, покрытые кровью
When hatred took possession, I noticed a knife and hills covered with blood
Был ли я избранным, чья жизнь так Дорога этому новому "богу".
Whether I was elected, whose life is so dear to this new "God".


Воистину, я должен быть любим
Truly, I have to be loved
Ибо я убил много тысяч
For I killed many thousands
Я показал высший класс
I showed the highest class
Боль не пощадила никого из этих
The pain did not spare any of these
Жалких людишек, вселенскую толпу Волнующихся горожан, лежащих в крови И целующих мои обожаемые ноги
Miserable little people, an universal crowd of worrying townspeople lying in the blood and kissing my beloved legs


Должен ли я ждать великого часа, когда Этот бог увидит кровавую баню
Should I wait for a great time when this god sees the bloody bathhouse
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