Blinded by your very own lies
Son of a snake, forked tongue
For all the chaos you've caused
The reaper, summons for you!

You are of the demon kind
So don't try to run and hide
Human flesh and bone in your teeth
Ready to pick off, what you've eat
Hear them! Feel them!
They're gonna slash out for your soul
Fear them! For you!
Are gonna die this very night!

Don't you see that all you do
Is gonna come back, straight at you
For all the rotting corpses
The people, you sent to death
Blinded by your very own lies
The reaper, summons for you

You are of the demon kind
So don't try to run and hide

Bone in your teeth!

(guitar solo)

Are gonna die this very night!

Six thousand, six hundred and six corpses
All died for what, come confess now
Where they all, sacrifices
Or were they for, your sick games
What went, through your mind
As you ate, their brains

So don't try to run and hide
Ready to pick off what you've eat

Hear them, feel them
They're gonna slash out for your soul
Fear them, for you
Are gonna die this very night!

Die!