To spill your blood to become our wine Children Of Bodom, angry are rising Running amok slaying with a sense of desire From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died Something wild has survived In the silence of darkness, among the shadows

Jah live, children, ye-ah! Jah, Jah live, children, yeah! Let Jah arise The truth is an offense, But not a sin. Is he who laugh last, Children, is he who win. Is a foolish dog Bark at a flying bird.