Their bread tastes like rock
Joining circles of the dead
As I am drinking all the sewage
Of the damage they call help.
In the land of the blind
the one-eyed is a king.
He plants in their empty pots
Ugly rotten seeds.
Ugly rotten seeds in their empty pots.
Collecting blood is his ambition.
He sets so light the value upon lives.
Each despicable decision
Activates his dreadful knights.
Their bread tastes like rock
Joining circles of the dead
As I am drinking all the sewage
Of the damage they call help.
And his order has become their thought.
Take a listen, their mouths
Are fully loaded with his words.
No thought of their own arose.
Collecting blood is his ambition.
He sets so light the value upon lives.
Each despicable decision
Activates his dreadful knights.
Shut up! take a listen, take a listen!
Fully loaded.
Shut up! take a listen, take a listen!
Fully loaded.
There’s nothing left in his stone chest
Just rogue and endless battles.
Rogue
We are forcefully put on his map,
War-drum always rattles.
Rogue.