You left us open. You laid us bare for the vultures, and the vultures came and tore us apart
This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep
A day will come when you think you're safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid
I should have been born a man. I'd rather face a thousand swords than be shut up inside with this flock of frightened hens