Taste Of My Scythe

Children Of Bodom

Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent,

his friends, and again and again and on and on.



You make me own my life in Hell; my kingdom back to the bound

You say you don't make it alone; kingdom back to the Lord



Falling, I say; you too, falling; you too, born to die



Come with hate

Come and die



One day I'll face you all alone,

enduring out with wind and ice

It's payback time; it's your demise sought to feel:

they'll taste of my scythe



You say my ear, my God who help me, God take yours in shame

Back too low, I want your head on a plate to feel my eyes



Come with me, I want your blood to save it on my eyes

I want you and in the plate to be coming in the sky (sky!)



Come with hate

Come and try



One day I'll face you all alone,

enduring out with wind and ice

It's payback time; it's your demise until they feel:

taste of my scythe



7. Hate Me!



I was born in ashes of molten hatered

Raised by demons in abodes of the end

The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path

Wrecked by mangled wounds of life

I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one

'Y know that I don't fucking care if I live or die



I need a bishop preaching fire to get away with my sins

I despise everything I see so I don't give a fuck if ya hate me



Ain't got respect for humanity

Never lived or wanted immortality

The Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path

Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed

You motherfuckas just leave me be

Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside



Led by the Reaper I walk in the night

Show me the way to yer kingdom come



I believe in Armageddon, I've been baptised in alcohol

I'm enbodyment of Antichrist

I'm living for my own demise