Your politicians and war machines Your high ambitions and day routine Are washed away, are all wiped off Nothing remained except for faith, hope and love…
What goes up - must come down Take look around and round Don’t you know how it will end? In the desert wasted lands
Do you feel the sound? Of the drums of doom They are beating for you Do you feel the blow? That is coming soon And you know it`s true
What goes around comes around… All human beings see what you have done! You’ve killed each other, so accept your fate… Nothing to save for it’s too late!
What goes up - must come down Take look around and round Don’t you know how it will end? In the desert wasted lands
Do you feel the sound? Of the drums of doom They are beating for you Do you feel the blow? That is coming soon And you know it`s true