Mercenary men, knock you dead

Killing for a living, is what is said

Disposing of people, blood money pays

Gruesome executions, are used this waty

Gruesome tasks

Slaughters made

They create

Screams of pain



Limbs cut off, sliced to death

Stomach ripped open, no life left

Glistening drops, of butchery

Their salvation, misery



The blood of men is spilled to be

payed with cash

When they die the payment is made

Their salvation, misery



Shattered lives are lost

Crimes of death do cost

Death forgotten too fast

The pain of the past