(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