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 lake their
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 lake
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 lake
Перевод: Children Of Bodom. Тихая ночь, Ночь Bodom.