Where you there back in '68 Didn't I drop my napalm on your back I saw you burn and I knew we won But you shot me dead at Saigon Can you remember me from Stalingrad I thought you'd beat me but you never had At Gettysburg I rode with Lee I was in the first wave in Normandie We fight for the winning side But we change if you pay us good I am like you, you are like me We thirst for war, we´re mercenary I crossed Rubicon for the roman sake We throwed our dices and we sealed our fate I was a Varjag down in Miklagard A hired sniper in a balkan street I was in Dallas back in '63 As well in D.C. a hundred years before I got Revolution in my blood My deeds feeds the conspiracy There is always a newdug grave For the people like you and me We feed the war and the war feeds us Like a parazite drenched in blood We fight for the winning side But we change if you pay us good I am like you, you are like me We thirst for war, we´re mercenary They call for us when they want loyality We serve them well until someone pays us more As long as peoples hate lives on, we will be here We are reapers for sale, we're mercenary