Der Meister

Run!

Because the master has sent us
we proclaim the downfall
the riders of hostility
feed their ulcer of envy, envy, envy, envy

The truth is like a thunderstorm
it comes to you, you can hear it
to proclaim it is oh so bitter
it comes to you to destroy
to destroy

to destroy

Because the night was dying
we proclaim the last day
there will be no mercy
run, run, run, run, run, run, for your life

The truth is a choir of wind
no angel comes to avenge you
these days are your last
it will break you like sticks
break you

break you

It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you [run, run]
as the ruin

The truth is a choir of wind
no angel comes to avenge you
these days are your last
it will break you like sticks
break you

break you