Today more bastards will die
And no one will cry tonight
Dirty blood, uncontrolled
Trying to be something they're not
Under the shadows the spread
They're worms, pure disease
The time has come, the sentence
To end this plague with violence
We are the reapers of metal, the final cut begins
Bastards in the guillotine
Stupid human, don't want to think
Fatality will reign here
They want to dominate
And cause total disgrace
Killing tendency
We have to make they bleed eternaly
Sold your souls, infinitely
Fell the power of insanity
We are the reapers of metal, the final cut begins
Bastards in the guillotine
(catch them!/kill them!/say again!
Bastards will die!)
Will die!
We are the reapers of metal, the final cut begins
Bastards in the guillotine
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