(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
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