We light a candle for the morrow
As we let the world fly
In a world of faceless morals
We will burn to the sky
Send the Preacher to heal our sorrows
For degradation is rife
Send the Healer to save our spirit
And recompense us with life
All that we need is a sign
And all that we're asking for
Is a life
We face the evil of unborn sorrows
As the reaper's in flight
With the sickle of unrepentance
And the angel of night
Wear the armour of Truth and Justice
For the battle's begun
Seek the Spirit of true repentance
Now the ending has come
All that we need is a sign
And all that we're asking for
Is a life
We need to meet the Maker
For the ending is nigh
We need to meet the Maker
We need to meet the Maker
For the ending is nigh
We need to meet the Maker...
Now!