Der meister (english)

Run! Since the master has sent us We proclaim the end of us Of the riders of inquinity Feed his ulcer of envy The truth is like a tempest It comes to you and you can hear it To announce the news is so bitter And it's coming here to destroy it Dying in the night as they lay We announce the coming of Doomsday No mercy will be shown Run, run or be overthrown The truth is a chorus of wind No angel comes to avenge you These days are your last It will break you like little sticks It comes to you as perdition The truth is a chorus of wind No angel comes to avenge you These days are your last It will break you like little sticks