The slaying at Bodom from so long ago, Still carry a secret, of which no one 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
