Before the thorns taught me their sharp lessons and bled weakness from me I had but one brother, and I loved him well. But those days are gone and what is left of them lies in my mother’s tomb. Now I have many brothers, quick with knife and sword, and as evil as you please. We ride this broken empire and loot its corpse. They say these are violent times, the end of days when the dead roam and monsters haunt the night. All that’s true enough, but there’s something worse out there, in the dark. Much worse.
Damaged people are dangerous; they know they can survive.
But my heart, it don’t beat the way it used and my lips; they don’t kiss the way they used to and my eyes don’t recognise you no more
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns for the sins of our hand, sins of our tongue; sins of our father, sins of our young
Drown yourself, it’s not worth keeping me
Just put it down now and bow out gracefully
but a queen’s just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves