Translation To: Der Meister)



Run!



Because the master has sent us

we announce the downfall

the rider of malice

feed his ulcer of envy



The truth is like a thunderstorm

it comes to you, you can hear it

to announce it, is oh so bitter

it comes to you in order to destroy



Because the night lay in death

we announce the doomsday

there will be no mercy

run, run for your lives



The truth is a choir of wind

no angel comes to avenge you

these days are your last

it will break you apart like little sticks



It comes to you as corruption



The truth is a choir of wind

no angel comes to avenge you

these days are your last

it will break you apart like little sticks