You can hear it in the ringtones of their forefathers
Or you can taste it in their carbonated blood, this provocation isn't one
It doesn't mean any particular harm, they don't know and they don't care
Beware!, beware! just judging by the laughter i can't tell what's after me
It's just the scent of blood in the air, symptoms hard to see at first
By the glare of the nightmares, yellow bellied bastards singing from the rafters
'Hey, i don't know and i don't care,' prepare!, prepare!, reaper, prepare!