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.