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 past,
victims who died

Something Wild
has survived!

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

(this is something dark, i find your fears
we have gathered our dark souls to embrace the righteous pull of death
you'll obey the dark
you'll become one of us
taitors)

Children of Bodom
angry are rising
Running amok, slaying
with a sense of desire
From the past,
victims who died

Something Wild
has survived!