Taste of the real world
You need trust to have truce.
The Stoning Of St. Stephen
Night gathers and my watch starts.
And now his watch has ended.
The night watchers kill each others for the sake of hunger.
You have seen better days.
You prey on the weak.
For the night is dark and full of terror.
You need trust to have truce.
It doesn't matter what we want. When we get it, we want something else.
It's you and me that matters to you and me.
They are just soliders in the war, and you make the king rise and fall.c
Chaos is not a pit. Chaos is a ladder.
We do not chose our destiny, but we do our duty.
You know all that staring at the marks on paper.