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 f**king WAR! Only calmless spirits of corpses are pa*sing 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...