On the eve
of their doom
They are baptized in the unholy
waters of Bodom
With no hint
of the torture
Awaiting to greet them
at the break of dawn
For the reaper wants more
When the calm is setting in
We'll watch it swiftly disappear
Too many years of silence
Soon he's bound to re-appear
The Reaper is calling
for you to come home
With the thrust of a
switchblade on the grip of a madman
And the waters of Bodom
turn a bloodshot shade of red
As the Children
Of Bodom take their last breath
When the calm is setting in
We'll watch it swiftly disappear
Too many years of silence
Soon he's bound
to re-appear