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
  
   Chorus
   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 to come home
   With the thrust 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
   take their last breath
  
   Chorus
  
   And now decades later
   on this haunted shore
   we all better take caution...
   for the reaper wants more...