Songtext von Horror Makers

(Every night, every day Entertainment made of fear) I wander through the streets of fear I approach the crossing The brightest is the red star Which demands too much from me I walk along the desert road The physical item of time One's hand - it's not fata morgana The bucket of cold water into my face The riders of darkness don't create horrors Ghosts, evil forces and the black Television show, the misery of the news The meal of violence and tears I know what to fear Hope! Where have you gone, I'm your son You've left me forever and gone there Into the valley of forgetfulness moments that were not reached Where the streams of tears died but nothing did except them Fear and uncertainty are building up The sound is building up, the bells are ringing Siren's scream loud and thrilling Someone died or is suffering Impatient about the end of the world The end in the form of dreams I'd like to see marvelous shine So different from the fear and cry The riders of darkness don't create horrors Ghosts, evil forces and the black Television show, the misery of the news The meal of violence and tears I know what to fear