(The Master)
Because the master has sent us
We announce the downfall
of the riders of evil
Feed his ulcer of envy
The truth is like a thunderstorm
It comes to you, you can hear it
To proclaim it is so bitter
It comes to you in order to destroy
In order to destroy
In order to destroy
Because the night lies dying
We announce the Doomsday
There will be no mercy
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, for your lives
The truth's a chorus of wind
No angel comes to avenge you
These days are your last
It will break you like little sticks
Like little sticks
Like little sticks
It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you (run, run)
It comes to you as a prediction
The truth's a chorus of wind
No angel comes to avenge you
These days are your last
It will break you like little sticks
Like little sticks
Like little sticks
Run