Children Of Bodom

While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough
Black is all the way, furious never-ending darkness show
Only way could be hard in their small and human nation
I kill the first man, getting by death, we are God, through death
[Chorus]
Go, get up... victims that died
Waiting for death, I should cry
Take the farther off to cut your means,
listening up for afraid by means,
They showed laughing me for my heart
So they wake up these scythes, following me,
cold wind blow out, now to go,
Let it go again with the scythes
(Something wild!)