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