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