Luyện nghe bài hát Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the ruler fire.
my page, as hatred reigned higher.
I did notice a and hills covered with blood,
was i the one life is most precious to this new "god".

Indeed i be loved, for i killed many.
Thousands i opened with highest fashion, pain spare any of these pitiful humans,
that the whole is covered with tempest and storm of urbans.
Lay and kissing my beloved feet.

Shall i not wait for the greatest
when god sees the bloody shower.