Текст песни АритмиR - Бей и режь

Mercenaries

Into bloody rapture the shutter clicks
The bullets tear the flesh with joy and madness
Smoke creeps out of broken windows like a snake
The explosions crumpled like paper someone's crying
Death creeps behind your shoulders, quietly like a thief
In hand-to-hand combat, it is so customary to stab with a bayonet-knife
After the battle, we sleep serenely in tents
In the morning the executioner will start working again

Hit and cut! The slain enemy writhes
Hit and cut! Cities on fire
Hit and cut! Will never end
Hit and cut! Causes for war
Hit and cut! The heart will stop
Hit and cut! The sunset will burn out
Hit and cut! Our freeman is dancing
Hit and cut! On the road to hell.

We will stand under any banner, just pay
For the sake of money and excitement, we despise risk
Everything is groaning in front of us, behind it is burning
The right to power decides everything and instills fear
We, like the hordes of Genghis Khan, can go through everything
Us like music bursts and shells screech
We raise our shield for the glory of the god Mars
And with a smile we wipe the blood on our boots