TASTE OF MY SCYTHE
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 boundYou say you don't make it alone; kingdom back to the LordFalling, I say; you too, falling; you too, born to dieCome with hateCome and dieOne day I'll face you all alone,enduring out with wind and iceIt's payback time; it's your demise sought to feel:they'll taste of my scytheYou say my ear, my God who help me, God take yours in shameBack too low, I want your head on a plate to feel my eyesCome with me, I want your blood to save it on my eyesI want you and in the plate to be coming in the sky (sky!)Come with hateCome and tryOne day I'll face you all alone,enduring out with wind and iceIt's payback time; it's your demise until they feel:taste of my scythe
Wurstmaister