A raw and unfiltered look into the life of a mercenary — where loyalty is scarce, and survival means trading silence for blood.
This song dives deep into the shadows of war, honor lost, and the price paid when freedom is just another brand.
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lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Steel boots in the sand, sunrise in my eyes,
Whiskey breath and bullet scars—truth dressed up in lies.
No flag, no vow, no prayer to say,
Just a name scratched out and a price to pay.
[Verse 2]
Ghosts I carry in my pack, a ledger full of sin,
Fighting wars that ain’t mine, for men I’ll never win.
No medals, no honor, no sweet parade—
Just cold hands counting what I made.
[Chorus]
I kill for silence, I bleed for gold,
I'm the shadow that the night can't hold.
You don’t hire a hero, you hire a blade—
And when it’s done, you just walk away.
Yeah, blood for coin, that’s the trade.
[Verse 3]
He said, “Freedom’s just a brand,” with a laugh in his throat,
Put a rifle in my hand, and a price on a coat.
I've fought kings, cartels, and CEOs,
Same devil, different clothes.
[Bridge]
Love don’t live where the mercs sleep,
Just loaded guns and secrets we keep.
And every dream we tried to drown
Comes back up when the sun goes down.
[Chorus]
I kill for silence, I bleed for gold,
I'm the shadow that the night can't hold.
You don’t hire a hero, you hire a blade—
And when it’s done, you just walk away.
Yeah, blood for coin, that’s the trade.
[Outro – spoken, low voice]
No heaven waits. No hell to fear.
Just the echo of a trigger and the ringing in your ear.
Blood for coin... that’s all we ever were.
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