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 life as the reaper's spawn I am 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 this lake As they look upon me to stare death in the face 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 shape shifting demon killing for sport Like father, like son, this is my fate Taking your lives and breeding 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!