Paroles de Death Dealer

Viktor bout, lord of war, merchant of death Conduit of terror, agent of torment Endless out pour of global scum Vultures of the end Wretched filth pay to thee Father still born breath The soil soaked with blood Ethnic cleansing Profit from a gun Killer of them all upon a throne of flesh Rotting from within The ashes of man lift Adrift in wind and fire Above the world that is Suffer on to thee Father still born breath Merchant of death