Sleet, like grains of sand
Abraze his face and tear his skin
The chill air that they ride on
is a wind from Hell...

Now that he has risen
from his self-imposed exile
he feels that it is time
to do what's been a while

He stretches mind and body
looks around and grins
He thinks that there are plenty
of tyrants, who have sins

Killer rose and called Anubis
"Time to weigh some hearts"
"I think that we are needed
"Evils off the charts!"

The coal-black dog with blood-red eyes
yawned and stretched out too
His eyes burned with savage hunger
he loved his master's view

"Let's go out into the world
stop the madness of these days"
Killer whets his blade of justice
he's going to make "them" pay

There will be plenty retribution
piles of rotten meat
for the evil of this world
is all that they can eat

"Let's get ourselves some tickets
on a European plane
We're going to fight the Russians
I like them, those Ukraine!"

They do not care about the odds
be it ten to one or twenty
I'm thinking we'll be welcome
We will kill them Russians, plenty!

Putin isn't smart
like Teflon Donny says
he's fanned a raging fire
and threw upon it, gas

When we've had our fill of them
Let's visit North Korea
Chop up Kim Duk Un
later baby, see ya!

Who else needs a little trimming?
Show your evil now
We've got plenty of hurt for you
We will make you chow!

Not Ciao, like the Italians say
but a barbecue roasted well
and your soul will be sent on down
to the fiery depths of Hell!