I'll make the other scream for you, Mare, every last one. Not just your parents. Not just your siblings. But every single one like you. I'm going to find them, and they will die with you in their thoughts, knowing this is the fate you have brought them.
In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.
The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
It's our nature. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. No matter the color of blood, man will always fall.
In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.
In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that.
The gods rule us still, they have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
The gods rule us still, they have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
