Mercenary men, knock you dead
k**ing 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 d**h
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 d**h do cost
d**h forgotten too fast
The pain of the past