The master
Run !
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 youyou can hear it
To proclaim it is so bitter
It comes to you in order to destroy
Because the night lay dying
We announce Doomsday
There will be no mercy
RunRun for your lives
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