The Maker کے بول

See the churches burning down Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground Not a preacher to be found All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown I am the maker I’m the one to decide your fate I take you betrayers Take you down, bring you down While you’re burning at the stake Who will survive And what will be left? As I walk down the line Pray you're the last I got a can full of gas And a hand full of matches To burn all the crosses And light up the masses See the government burning down Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground Not a soldier to be found All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown I am the maker I’m the one to decide your fate I take you betrayers Take you down, bring you down While you’re burning at the stake Here is a shovel Now make you a bed I'll stand over your grave Till I'm sure that you're dead A prayer in your throat, Lord, help me to choke away Every last whisper, every last hope