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Masters of terror

watch over us in a morbid silence

from their tower

they slowly wake up

To decide the fate of the world

Their words of fear

are unleashed like wolves

ready to corrupt souls

by devouring their reason

They think they are gods

The invisible hand always pointed

At the targets that will offer them gold

To satisfy their thirst for power

No one can stop their eternal appetite

Masters of terror

watch over us in a morbid silence

from their tower

they slowly wake up

To decide the fate of the world

Their words of fear

are unleashed like wolves

ready to corrupt souls

by devouring their reason

When the wolves

Leave your carcass

You will be the breeding ground

Of hatred