Today more bastards will die
And no one will cry tonight
Dirty Blood, uncontrolled
Trying to be something they’re not
Under the shadows they spread
They're worms, pure desease
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 a total disgrace
Killing tendency, we have to make them
Bleed internally
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!
We are the reapers of metal
The final cut begins...
Bastards in¬ the guillotine
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