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Run
Because the master has sent us
We proclaim the downfall
The rider of malice
Feeds his tumor with envy, envy, envy, envy
The truth is like a thunderstorm
It comes to you, you can hear it
To proclaim it is oh so bitter
It comes to you to destroy
To destroy
To destroy
Because the night lay dying
We proclaim the final day
There will be no mercy
Run, run, run, run, run, run for your life
The truth is a choir of wind
No angel comes to avenge you
These days are your last
Like little sticks it will break you
Break you
Break you
It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you
It comes to you (run, run) as the doom
The truth is a choir of wind
No angel comes to avenge you
These days are your last
Like little sticks it will break you
Break you
Break you
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