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 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 past,

victims who died



Something Wild

has survived!



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



(this is something dark, i find your fears

we have gathered our dark souls to embrace the righteous pull of death

you'll obey the dark

you'll become one of us

taitors)



Children of Bodom

angry are rising

Running amok, slaying

with a sense of desire

From the past,

victims who died



Something Wild

has survived!