The Reapers Tale (исполнитель: Sir Psyko & His Monsters)
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