Sicario Del Demonio (part. Abraham Vazquez)

The wind, ran slowly night of hunting
My horn, in violent mode, demanded vengeance

They thought they were going to hunt the lion from behind
They didn't see, and now the prey is the one hunting them

Fly, fly, the dose reaches the brain
My heart accelerates, I want war, there's no truce

I dance, among the devil's paths
The deal is already signed, their soul is mine and the one below

I mark them, to let them know I'm coming for them
Watchful, they say the one who warns is not treacherous

I see them, they're terrified, running away
I have them, cornered, I smell their fear

Bullets sound, I can hear their souls
Regretting, they're in limbo, in the abyss, they're already lost

Assassin, I am the justiciar of destiny
There I left them the nickname, I am the demon hitman