Children Of Bodom Silent Night, Bodom Night
On the eve of their deaths 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 once When the calm is setting in We ll watch it swiftly disappear Too many years of Soon he s bound to reappear The Reaper is calling for you to come home With the thrust of a switchblade and the grip of a madman And the waters of Bodom turn a deep red sha
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