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

Pull me out of the train wreck Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out Unbreak the broken Unburn the ashes Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet Unsay these spoken words Find hope in the hopeless Laying in the silence Waiting for the sirens