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On the eve of their death
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they are baptized
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in the unholy waters of Bodom
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With no hint of the torture awaiting
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to greet them at the break of dawn
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When the calm is setting in
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we'll watch it swiftly disappear
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Too many years of silence
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soon he's bound to reappear
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The Reaper
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is calling for you to come home
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With the thrust of a switchblade
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on the grip of a madman
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And the waters of Bodom
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turn a blood shade of red
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As the Children Of Bodom
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lake their last breath.
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And now decades later
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on this haunted shore
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we all better take caution...
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for the reaper wants more...
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Silent Night, Bodom Night
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| children of bodom |
