When the calm is setting in We'll watch it swiftly disappear Too many years of silence Soon he's bound to reappear On the eve of their doom They are baptized In the unholy waters of Bodom With no hint of the torture awaiting To greet them at the break of

They'll never know we give no warning We set a trap they took the bait It's under crimson skies hell's horizon Our trap will spring Unaware of our presence they'll be marching Straight to their doom We are prepared for war ready to fire