Rogue کے بول

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 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