Winds Of Plague

The beatings will continue until morale improves.
We fought them again and again, beating back the inevitable, the sun was torn from the sky.
Welcome to the city touched by hell.
We are unbreakable.
We come for the throne.
You can only wander the streets for so long before they run you.
You say you're heaven sent, what the fuck are you doing here?
God has left this place long ago.