This is a joint production between me and Mr Lumpy. In other words, a “LumpyInShadows Production”

There is a ship that goes to that
place called Orbis Town
It’s been a place to many a dead man
Oh crap, I’ll soon be one.

I sat on the sails of that stupid ship how long now?
Until the clouds start moving and the rogs jump in and we’re all dead.
But the graves still stay since its last descent
It’s descent

Boom, Ouch, Hey!

The rogs are coming, the rogs are coming
No matter how much I pot, I realise I will die
The rogs are coming, the rogs are coming
No matter how I hide, I realise there’s no where to go

All the women back at Ellinia filled with grief, how long now?
Until the rogs go away in our belief, how long now?
When the shipmaster (The dude driving the ship) is in the fleet, what’s wrong now?

The rogs are coming, the rogs are coming
No matter how much I pot, I realise I will die
The rogs are coming, the rogs are coming
No matter how much I pot, I realise I will die
No matter how much I pot, I realise I will die
No matter how much I pot, I realise I will die
No matter how I hide, I realise there’s no where to go

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