From [bad word] [bad word] to bring pain i was taught
Just chop off the heads don..t give it a thought
The amount of blood I was supposed to see
Easily sufficed to fill up a sea.

I am the grim reaper who is looking for you
You better hide your children and you better hide yourself too

I am carrying my great big scythe
boy, believe me! i ain't no urban myth
Stop your breathing and stop your sound
..cause it..s the grim reaper who is always around.

The long sharp blade is waiting for you
You better hide your children and you better hide yourself too

Noone has ever seen my undead face
I..m about to kill the human race
I..m wandering around with my long black gown
I don..t like the living that..s why i..m alone

kiss the scythe thats what you have to do
I am the grim reaper and [bad word] for you

I am doomed to take home all the lost souls
For that I cut open a few of big holes
Rotten children that is my food
It also could be dead babies when i..m in the right mood

Now i..m marching home [bad word] the gates of [bad word] I did my job and I did it well
To slaughter all people is what I have to do
So you better hide your children and you better hide yourself too.

kiss the scythe thats what you have to do
I am the grim reaper and [bad word] for you