Vārdi:
Children Of Bodom Silent Night Bodom Night

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 lake

Tulkojums: Bērni Bodom. Klusa nakts, Bodom nakts.

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 lake

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 lake

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 lake

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 lake

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 lake

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 lake their