Текст песни War Dogs - Mutilator

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