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Текст песни: 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
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
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