Testo The Maker

The last day rushes by, and the moon looks so sadNo tears tonight, it´s the best we´ve ever hadAnd the air´s filled with voices and loudspeaker callsAnd we just walz as we waiting for The MakerThe MakerAnd in the far distant sky, rose a black evil cloudCome to feed on the lives, of the fools who allowedStupid men fight their wars, with empty words in hallowed hallsThen leave us to walz, as we waiting for The MakerFor The MakerRound and around and around and around for The MakerFor the MakerRound and around and around and around for the MakerFor the MakerFor the Maker