Children Of Bodom

In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear

a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves

Unripe Vengeance! The cult that serves as revenge

has put forward it's fangs to declare a fucking WAR!

Only calmless spirits of corpses are passing by the altars of Bodom

where everything but death is a lie

To spill your blood to become our wine

We'll reborn really where only the wild will survive

The clash of wickedness veils Lake Bodom blood red

We have gathered our souls to praise the triumph of Death

Children of Bodom

angry are rising

Running amok, slaying

with a sense of desire

From the twilight of the past,

among the victims who died

Something Wild

has survived...