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

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. Subscribe @MedievalConfessions #DNDmusic #rustmonster #medievalconfessions #DNDmonstermusic 🎵 LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/38ytM... 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.