Bastards Of Bodom - Children 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!