(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