You name me your heir. only to be afraid once you see a growing teeth. So let the story of Arminius and Varus flowing trough our timeline.
Untill we meet again "Father"
I will come to you when the timbrel's beat turns to war drums, when forgotten gods stir in their graves, and the night bleeds into the day. Not as salvation. But as the shadow you birthed
Fire and brimstone fell upon my ears
As their throats of open graves recited fear
Like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears
And my feet to run the hell out of here