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