(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
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(Music by F. Krynojewski)
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They like to play with fire
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In a stream of gasoline
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They like to cut themselves
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And drown in their own blood
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Nothing's sacred to those disgusting leeches
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They laugh, as we all sink down in agony
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REFRAIN:
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Bow down before the masters of fatalism
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If the thumb goes down, it's up to them
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They rule our destiny, so be aware
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Their insane laughter makes me freeze
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In the last days of the sun
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They could be called by many names
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And some of them you know
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I prefer ˇ°the masters of fatalismˇ±
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'Cause that is what they are
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They're poisonous snakes with twisted tongues
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They laugh, as we all sink down in misery
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As time goes on, they reach the final stage
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For them, it's perfection; for us, death and armageddon
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So kiss all precious things good-bye, and don't ask why
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They laugh, as we all sink down finally
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REFRAIN
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Masters of Fatalism
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| Warhammer |
