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 œthe 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 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 As time goes on, they reach the final stage For them, it's perfection; for us, death and armageddon So kiss all precious things good-bye, and don't ask why They laugh, as we all sink down finally 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