Why, why do you work us all day?
You treat us like slaves!
It's always
Hauling, pulling, pushing, fixing!
While all of you Prophets up high
Pray to the gods in the sky
And speak of holy revealment
The Great Journey
We are condemed to die
By the demon in green!
Why, why do you care if we perish
Fighting for you?!
Suicide missions
Worse than the Blue Death!
We joined you to survive
But now that is a choice that we regret!
You say you are kind
But in reality you are cruel monsters
We'd rather ally with the demon
Than side with you!
We are not perfect
And you, you are so much less than that!
You are cruel taskmasters
With your supposedly "Honoured" troops
Driving us on with the whip
We would destroy you if we had a chance
But no, our life is one that we must sadly accept...