Текст (слова) песни: Shape Of Despair - Woundheir

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 whos 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 didnt 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
Другие песни Shape Of Despair:

... To Live For My Death ...
...In The Mist
Angels Of Distress
Curse life
Down Into The Stream
Entwined in misery
Fallen
Fragile emptiness
Illusions play
Quiet These Paintings Are
Shadowed Dreams
Still-motion
Sylvan - Night
Woundheir