[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 its 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