Monday, March 27, 2006

The Mercenary

Pay to kill, die to lose
Hunted, hunter, which are you?
Diablo come again
To make trophies out of men

Lose your skin, lose your skull
One by one the sack is full
In the heat dehydrate
Know, which breath will be your last

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
You've got to kill to stay alive

Show them no fear, show them no pain, ...
human heart, human mindIntellect intertwined
Focus sharp in the night
Watch the jungle burning bright

Toe to toe throw the line
Everyone's caught hand tied
Iron will, iron fist
How could it have come to this?