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 die!
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!
