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 to life as the Reaper's spawn       I'm a bastard of Bodom and I walk alone    As I follow the Reaper, to lead me back 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 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!