Taste of My Scythe

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

Hate Me!

I was born in ashes of molten hatred
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
Why 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 motherfuckers 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 baptized in alcohol
I'm embodiment of Antichrist
I'm living for my own demise