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