Bastards Of Bodom

The slayings at Bodom from so long ago

Still carry a secret, of which nobody knows

A seed that was planted as the night turned to dawn

Will now bring me to life as the Reaper's spawn



I'm a bastard of Bodom and I walk alone

As I follow the Reaper, to lead me back home

My victims shall perish on the shores of this lake

As they look upon me, to stare death in the face



I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why

I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe!



I was born to end life, I can take any form

A shapeshifting demon, killing for sport

Like father, like son, this is my fate

Taking your lives and breeding the hate!



I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why

I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe!