Mercenaries in hell
Looking the destructors of human kind
Beware, your sins had just begun
Everything has a price to be paid
Psychological torture
the ones in hell listen
Here you will suffer,
But it won't be by the devil's hand
Feel your sins, toasting your skin
Suffocating you with your own gas
'cause in hell we win
Pray for your soul
Mercenaries for the war,
they only kill, they don't die
prepare your spirit
To the darkest sufferings.
In death they recognize peace,
and in their hands you will be
mutilated slowly.
Assassins, dictators,
you all will have one chance
to run from our rage.