Crom (Brasil)

Death Soldier

Crom (Brasil)


Blue uniform
Power in your hands
The gun is the order
He don’t talk, He shots

One, two, three shots
No questions
Your glory is to kill
Say goodbye and die

One more kill
Six dying tonight
How many deaths
Tomorrow beware
Are you the next?

Beware, the cops are coming
Running, for your life
The soldiers of death
No have mercy
The soldiers of death
No have mercy