Final hour is here I don't fear the reaper Fighting against the legions of hate It's time to choose where you belong Death comes quicker than, than you know
It's an illusion of what is fact of fiction It's an illusion of why we have to die
We are the mercenaries of metal We take no prisoners, kill or be killed We are the mercenaries of metal We take no prisoners make a stand
Why am I here where will I go Enemies die so fast by your sword The quickening is here I live again I will never die a holy man
It's an illusion of what is fact of fiction It's an illusion of why we have to die
We are the mercenaries of metal We take no prisoners, kill or be killed We are the mercenaries of metal We take no prisoners make a stand