Luyện nghe bài hát Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the within fire.
Closed my page, as hatred higher.
I did a knife and hills covered with blood,
was i the one who's life is most to this new "god".

Indeed i be loved, for i killed many.
Thousands i with highest fashion, pain didn't spare any of these pitiful humans,
that the whole earth is covered with tempest and of urbans.
Lay bleeding and my beloved feet.

Shall i not for the greatest hour
this god sees the bloody shower.