The Executioner

He put on his make-up and set on his strategic,

Be that as it may, nobody ever adores his activity.

He lands with a point and he always remember his pace,

Nobody ever adores his appalling face.

To the head, to the ruler, to the value and to the frail,

To poor people and who has been harming;

He should call everybody through his conjuring.

He is the last men, ones at any point seen,

What's more, he is the killer of each living thing.

He doesn't had any sword,

He execute the bill of the Lord.

Some of the time he simply like a trigger; with a cop,

A few men met him like a knife of trim.

Now and then he doesn't take up somebody in the first light,

What's more, he appreciates the torment of his individual down.

None of your riches would assist you with escaping from his snare,

Has anybody gotten away from his snare, Ramses should!

So he doesn't acknowledge none of your value,

Since he is a conveyor of sooth.

He doesn't alter your season of dead,

Know about his enormous bond with his God.

He is the most unsympathetic men God have ever constructed.

What's more, he is the unfeeling one, he decides to take lives.

Every living thing will be execute by him,

Furthermore, he will be execute by the killer, God.