Interpret:

Children of Bodom

Album:

Are You Dead Yet?

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'm a bastards 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 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!