Fed on blood and fortune
Spelling the violence and the death
Exterminations of doomed souls
Cruel men hating their lives
Their suicide mission for money
May take them to a terrible death
But they don't care
Because they don't have future
The savage attack their victims
With their bloody fury
Make bloody bodies fall
With their artillery heavy and deadly
The death is following them near
Because they are about to be caught
And in its ritual of violence and horror
Many lives will dies
War dogs, war dogs
The victims don't have any way out
And their bodies will die soon
The slaughter has a big extent
And the killer fulfilled his mission
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