On the eve of their death
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 [bad word] home
With the [bad word] 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.

And now decades later
On this haunted shore
We all better take caution...
For the reaper wants more...