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