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 $#&@ing 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!