I Don't Want You (I Want Your Armor) | Rust Monster DND Song

Описание: The Rust Monster is terrifying not because it kills you, but because it eats the one thing that keeps you safe. This song explores the perspective of a creature that doesn't hunt flesh—it hunts protection. It smells the iron in your blood and the steel on your back.

'You swing like metal makes you safe... I call it feeding.'

Perfect for DMs running a dungeon encounter, or players who know the terror of losing their favorite magic sword.

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Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions
Music Production: Suno AI
Artwork: Leonardo AI

Lyrics:

I Smell You First (Rust Monster)

The air tastes sharp before I see you,
Metal breath and burning fear.
Every step you take rings loud,
Like dinner learning how to walk in here.
I don’t hunt the way you think I do—
I follow what the ground lets bleed.
Steel sings louder than your heart,
And I can’t stop listening.

You hide behind your armor plates.
You trust the weight you wear.
You never ask what hunger learns
When iron fills the air.

I smell you first.
I hear you last.
Every promise that you forged
Was never meant to last.
You call me broken.
You call me wrong.
I call it feeding
Before the sound is gone.

Your sword remembers every fight,
Every grip, every lie.
I taste the stories in the rust,
The part of you that’s scared to die.
You swing like metal makes you safe.
You stand like weight means strong.
I don’t want you—
I want the thing you lean on.

Too loud.
Too close.
Too bright.
That smell is wrong—
That smell is right.
Steel breathes.
Steel cries.
Steel wants out.
So do I.

I don’t choose targets. I don’t plan.
I don’t remember where I’ve been.
I follow hunger like a rule
That never asks me to pretend.
When armor falls, you look surprised,
Like this was not allowed.
You brought a meal into my world
And thought it wouldn’t be found.

I smell you first.
I hear you last.
You swing until your weapon
Turns to dust and laughs.
You say I ruin everything.
I say you made me this.
You built a world from metal
And forgot who eats it.

No armor.
No sound.
No shine.
Now you smell
Like fear, not mine.
You’ll tell this tale
Like I was mad.
You never say
What you fed me with.

I am the Rust Monster—
and you always arrive
Already bleeding.