Songtext von The Maker

We've fallen on wretched times All hope is erased This curse known as mankind is laid to waste A modern evil Vile creatures roaming free An evolution of malice and morbid disease Fire and brimstone An enemy without a face Guilty but can't be gutted Hunters become the hunted Hunters become the hunted Erase them Cro-Magnon Bred from a violent nature Cro-Magnon Dragging bodies to their graves You will never be safe You will never be safe Deemed a threat to authority Born in the wrong century A method shunned from society Return to primitive savagery Cro-Magnon Are you scared? Are you scared? You fucking should be I'm your fucking maker Meet me I'm your fucking maker Meet me