روايات وقصص ضمن Of Monsters And Men Empire Lyrics

the emperor’s loud voice rang clear throughout the arena almost like he was using a microphone, “the gods have dealt with us. They called us mortals, mocked us, stole our women and children, plundered our fields, and forced us into hiding but when men chose to fight back, we showed them that the resilience of men is far greater than the strength of gods.” The people cheered, agreeing with the emperor. “Look around you, the battle between gods and men has left many a nation devastated. We lost hope and thought we would not recover but look at us, we have built stronger nations, higher walls and most importantly we have crushed the gods under our feet!” More roars of agreement followed.

” They break out in a roar — sharp, wild as a storm break free “They say exile breaks a wolf. But we know better. Exile builds the kind of strength the sun cannot see — the kind born in hunger, in frost, in blood — the kind that never asks for permission.” The chorus rises again, louder, vibrating through the clearing. “If they call us monsters,” I raise my voice, “then let us be monsters with purpose.” A thunderous cry answers — “Yea! A-a-a!” “If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.”

Then at Vax. Then back at me. Choosing. “You’re a monster,” Vax said. Voice shaking slightly. “An abomination. Not a wolf. Not human. Something that shouldn’t exist.” “Maybe.” I stepped closer. “But I protect people. I don’t sacrifice them for power.” “I built an empire” “You built a prison.” I gestured to his wolves. “Look at them. They don’t follow you out of loyalty. They follow you out of fear. And fear breaks.”

One… Two… Three… The monster is fading. And I am still here. Still breathing. Still winning.

"I must have lost my mind when I met you I must be crazy to want your twisted love What can I do? You are perfectly imperfect for me I fell in love with a monster That drags me to hell with every step it takes I want your twisted love I want your kisses that burn like hell Did I lose my mind? I must be crazy to want your love What did you do to me? Why do I think irrationally? A monster... that's what you are A prey pretending to be a hunter... that, that's me You manipulate me so easily... how pathetic I am! I want your kisses, monster I want your twisted love, monster Are we both sane!? We don't give a damn about our toxicity because we are perfectly imperfect together Love me with your tw

What a monster. ************

A dangerous and exciting power. I found myself walking towards loud music and bright lights coming from a plain doorway. A sign outside read: BLUE EYES. I needed a drink to get the night going. As I walked past some big doors, the sound of drums filled my ears, I could feel the bass shaking the air. A brunette woman was sitting behind a desk just by the door. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to Blue Eyes. first time here?” the woman had a friendly smile plastered on her face, making me instantly relax too.

There, etched deep into her arm, were lines of text. [Monsters have infiltrated this house. Every time they kill me, I fall into a loop. It can take on the appearance of others, so never trust anyone completely. The monster kills according to certain rules. I have to figure out its pattern. Its loops are limited. If I don't find a way to escape soon, I'll be trapped here forever.] I read the words aloud under my breath. "Now," she said, "do you believe I'm just like you? I've gone through this cycle many times, and from the clues I left myself before, I learned the truth—both of our parents have already been replaced.

“That fire.” He grabbed me by my arms and slammed my door behind me. “Tell me you want me to leave, Lyra. Say it.” I couldn't. A tear dropped down my cheeks and Emilio caught it with his pinkie, and swiped it on his tongue. “Are those for me? Or for the monsters that have replaced me?” “Emilio,” my voice cracked. “I am so sorry, I shouldn't have.” “I get it,” he said, taking another step forward so our bodies were pressed against each other. “Someone has become the nigger monster in your eyes, so you have forgotten that only I get to haunt your dreams, even while you are awake.”

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.