Pray for rain, the curtain needed to mask our plot, horrific as it is.
A city sleeps below.
Drowning for their sons.
Light descends and turns their homes to stone, their doors forever shut.
You’re no brother, just some soul for sale.
Don’t Call yourself my friend.
These lives we save, these lives we’re forced to take, what difference does it make.
Hanged again, hidden amongst the other ones the blade they’re looking for.
What did we do wrong?
It wasn’t one of us.
Did you weep when you left them screaming?
You know you’d run again.
Grab your gun, hold it close, and tell yourself.
I’m the Ruineer, I’ll turn their hearts to stone, the only thing you ever loved.