In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we heara wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the gravesUnripe Vengeance The cult that serves as revengehas put forward its fangs to declare a fucking WAROnly calmless spirits of corpses are passing by the altars of Bodomwhere everything but death is a lieTo spill your blood to become our wineWell reborn really where only the wild will surviveThe clash of wickedness veils Lake Bodom blood redWe have gathered our souls to praise the triumph of DeathChildren of Bodomangry are risingRunning amok, slayingwith a sense of desireFrom the twilight of the past,among the victims who diedSomething Wildhas survived