The Royal Blood; Scared of Your Own Shadow

Blood thickens as it boils.
Curses darken as they come to be.
The truth burns as it leaves a tongue.
Family was another word for a prison.
Neither sounded very good.
Down with the King.
Cut the head off that ink-hearted snake.
Take the chains off your cage and use them to cause pain.
Burn the brains out of that black fucking leech.
Make sure he sees that his plans have been laid to waste.
Douse the earth in salt, and the parasites will shrivel and wilt.
Cover your body in pain, and anger will turn up eventually.
You haven't seen the last of us.