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.
When the calm is setting in we'll watch it swiftly disappear. Too many years of silence - soon he's bound to reappear.
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 blood shade of red. As the Children Of Bodom lake 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 reappear.
