Bountykiller

Little child grow with love

Get powerful and strong

And as the years go by

It got the massage

And understand

Voices telling of beautiful lands and dreams tell of blood

So it understand

No more love from lies

You`ll get Power

No more for nothing

You`ll get bountykiller

A bloodstained knife in his hand

Blood under the lay, voices speaking highly

Stand upon the floor move over the land

And with a smile in his face it walked away far through the dust

Little child grow with love of evil