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 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 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 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! -Solo-