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 more...

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 [bad word] home
With the [bad word] of a switchblade
and the grip of a madman
And the waters of Bodom
turn a deep red shade of blood
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 reappear