Текст Children Of Bodom – Bastards Of Bodom

The slaying 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 to life as the reaper’s spawn

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!