[Verse 1]

Their bread taste 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

[Pre-Chorus]

Ugly rotten seeds in their empty pots

[Chorus]

Collecting blood is his ambition

He sets so light the value upon lives

Each despicable decision

Activates his dreadful knights

[Verse 2]

Their bread taste like rock

Joining circles of the dead

As I am drinking all this 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

[Chorus]

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 (Shut up), take a listen, take a listen

Fully loaded

Fully loaded

[Bridge]

There's nothing left in his stone chest

Just rogue and endless battles

Rogue

[Outro]

We are fporcefully put on his map

War-drum always rattles

Rogue