[Verse 1]
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

[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 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
[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 forcefully put on his map
War-drum always rattles
Rogue