(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.