Where you there back in ‘68
Didn’t I drop my napalm on your back
I saw you burn and I knew we won
But you shot me dead at Saigon

Can you remember me from Stalingrad
I thought you’d beat me but you never had
At Gettysburg I rode with Lee
I was in the first wave in Normandie

We fight for the winning side
But we change if you pay us good
I am like you, you are like me
We thirst for war, we´re mercenary

I crossed Rubicon for the roman sake
We throwed our dices and we sealed our fate
I was a Varjag down in Miklagard
A hired sniper in a balkan street

I was in Dallas back in ‘63
As well in D.C. a hundred years before
I got Revolution in my blood
My deeds feeds the conspiracy

There is always a newdug grave
For the people like you and me
We feed the war and the war feeds us
Like a parazite drenched in blood

We fight for the winning side
But we change if you pay us good
I am like you, you are like me
We thirst for war, we´re mercenary
They call for us when they want loyality
We serve them well until someone pays us more
As long as peoples hate lives on, we will be here
We are reapers for sale, we’re mercenary

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