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