Rogue

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 lies

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

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