Текст: Children Of Bodom. Bastards Of Bodom.

Slayings at Bodom from long ago
Still carry a secret which no one knows
Seed that was planted as night turned dawn
Will now bring me to life as 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 face

Don't need a reason and I will tell you why
Just say, ?Go to Hell?, by the edge of my scythe

I was born to end life, I can take any form
A shape shifting demon, killing for sport
Like father, like son, this is my fate
Taking your lives and breeding hate

Don't need a reason and I will tell you why
Just say, ?Go to Hell?, by the edge of my scythe