Masters Of Fatalism by Warhammer
They like to play with fire
In a stream of gasoline
They like to cut themselves
And drown in their own blood
Nothing's sacred to those disgusting leeches
They laugh, as we all sink down in agony
Bow down before the masters of fatalism
If the thumb goes down, it's up to them
They rule our destiny, so be aware
Their insane laughter makes me freeze
In the last days of the sun
They could be called by many names
And some of them you know
I prefer the masters of fatalism
'Cause that is what they are
They're poisonous snakes with twisted tongues
They laugh, as we all sink down in misery
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