Void Droid The Watermaker
Blessing of dominance
No water left for the rest
Withered, the seven seas
Please God, help us please
Oceans fading away
All life now turns to grey
He's somewhere locked all alone
God protect his soul
No water left, no, no!
Feeling bereft
But he won't regret, he won't no,no!
Now deserts devouring
From seas to ashes
The maker will keep it all
On dust we crawl
Forever devouring the seeds of masses
And through the oblivion he reigns untouched
A golden chalice of greed
Full of water it is
Snatched from our sweat and despair
Change is in the air
Secluded oasis of lies
They can't be reached, all the cries
He's the death of the soul
Matter now is all
Makes our lives go dry
The watermaker