boil us in our beds.
our sin is sloth of hungry mouths waiting to be fed.
the fathers can't be proud.
the only work these hands have seen is coiled, tight and loud.
spare us of your stones.
our pact is like a bloodline running underneath our bones.
the horses are down, the men are stranded.
beggars. fools. bring it here. arise. wizard, sir.
save us all from sinking.
beggars, we're asking only for your pity.
your secret dies with us.