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 home
My victims shall perish on the shores of lake
As they look upon me, to stare death in the face Don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why
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! Don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why
Just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe!
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